I’ve arrived at this outermost edge of my life by my own actions. Where I am is thoroughly unacceptable. Therefore, I must stop doing what I’ve been doing.
One sad thing about this world is that the acts that take the most out of you are usually the ones that other people will never know about.
Actions lie louder than words.
It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility:
they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions.
To leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.
It is better to wear out than to rust out.
Action is the antidote to despair.
One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.
“Men of action,” whose minds are too busy with the day’s work to see beyond it—are essential men, we cannot do without them, and yet we must not allow all our vision to be bound by the limitations of “men of action.”
Good things happen to those who hustle.