Perhaps the easiest way of making a town’s acquaintance is to ascertain how the people in it work, how they love, and how they die.
[Peggy Mcintosh] explained that many people, but especially women, feel fraudulent when they are praised for their accomplishments. Instead of feeling worthy of recognition, they feel undeserving and guilty, as if a mistake has been made. Despite being high achievers, even experts in their fields, women can’t seem to shake the sense that it is only a matter of time until they are found out for who they are — impostors with limited skills or abilities
It is quality rather than quantity that matters.
The best job in the world is discovering life for yourself.
…I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday – the longer, the better – from the great boarding-school, where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to take, and give a rest. As to going a visiting, where can we not go, if we will; where have we not been, when we would; starting our fancy away from our Christmas Tree!
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
I wont stop working until my name become a Verb.
Our churches are full of people during work hours, morning, noon, evening, praying instead of being in the factories, libraries, laboratories, facilitating economic growth
Work hard, put maximum effort, and have a good attitude. Most importantly never give up.
Dreams are horrible, to don’t talk about nightmares they are more often. But there is always one gift from a person which you know is dead, that’s how it works and it will continue to work.