The usual tenor of a man’s life, the dwelling of his soul, is the true test of his state.
Shaving was invented to kill time before a date.
Determination is learning to form a habit, and never breaking it in future.
We are the sum total of our choices.
Accustomed to motion, he was forced to be still.
The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains.
Success is always the final outcome when one adopts the habit of embracing each day with a high level of enthusiasm and productivity.
Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But it’s still the eyes we look at, isn’t it? That’s where we found the other person, and find them still.
Once people learned how to believe in something, that skill started spilling over to other parts of their lives, until they started believing they could change. Belief was the ingredient that made a reworked habit loop into a permanent behavior.
A crust of lard, habit, and cowardice envelops the soul; no matter what it craves from the depths of its prison, the lard, habit, and cowardice carry out something entirely different.