“I have no time for those things now,” we say;— Effie Smith
“But in the future just a little way,
No longer by this ceaseless toil oppressed,
I shall have leisure then for thought and rest.
When I the debts upon my land have paid,
Or on foundations firm my business laid,
I shall take time for discourse long and sweet
With those beloved who round my hearthstone meet;
I shall take time on mornings still and cool
To seek the freshness dim of wood and pool,
Where, calmed and hallowed by great Nature’s peace,
My life from its hot cares shall find release;
I shall take time to think on destiny,
Of what I was and am and yet shall be,
Till in the hush my soul may nearer prove
To that great Soul in whom we live and move.
All this I shall do sometime but not now—
The press of business cares will not allow.”
And thus our life glides on year after year;
The promised leisure never comes more near.
Perhaps the aim on which we placed our mind
Is high, and its attainment slow to find;
Or if we reach the mark that we have set,
We still would seek another, farther yet.
Thus all our youth, our strength, our time go past
Till death upon the threshold stands at last,
And back unto our Maker we must give
The life we spent preparing well to live.
A chacun selon sa capacité, à chaque capacité selon ses œuvres
Everyone according to [their] talent, and every talent according to its works.–French Proverb
Actions speak louder than words.— Proverb
Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.— Amos Bronson Alcott
It requires no preterhuman force of will in any young man or woman … to get at least half an hour out of a solid busy day for good and disinterested reading.— John Morley
Drink nothing without seeing it, sign nothing without reading it.— Portuguese proverb
Education begins the gentleman, but reading, good company, and reflection must finish him.— John Locke
If I am poor it is that I am proud,— by Henry David Thoreau
If God has made me naked and a boor
He did not think it fit his work to shroud.
The poor man comes from heaven direct to earth
As stars drop down the sky and tropic beams.
The rich receives in our gross air his birth,
As from low suns are slanted golden gleams.
Men are by birth equal in this that given
Themselves and their condition they are even.
The less of inward essence is to leaven
The more of outward circumstance is given.
Yon sun is naked bare of satellite
Unless our earths and moons that office hold,
Though his perpetual day feareth no night
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
Where are his gilded rays but in our sky?
His solid disk doth float far from us still,
The orb which through the central way doth fly
Shall naked seem though proudly circumstanced.
I’ll leave my mineral wealth hoarded in earth?
Buried in seas in mines and ocean caves
More safely kept than is the merchant’s worth,
Which every storm committeth to the waves.
Mankind may delve but cannot my wealth spend,
If I no partial store appropriate
no armed ships into the Indies send
To rob me of my orient estate
The rich man’s clothes keep out the genial sun
But scarce defend him from the piercing cold
If he did not his heavenly garment shun
He would not need to hide beneath a fold.
Vision without execution is a hallucination.
– Thomas Edison
Everyone who earns a living does sales
To make a living, we must sell our service, whether selling:
- Our services and expertise to a company in an interview to be an employee
- Or selling our skill, creativity, and productivity to keep our jobs, or get that promotion,
- Or whether we sell our services as consultants to advise corporations or businesses,
- Or we work independently and are offering our services to compete for contracts or sell products
in the end, it’s all marketing and sales.