You cannot look into a cradle and read the secret message traced by a divine hand and wrapped up in that bit of clay, any more than you can see the North Star in the magnetic needle. God has loaded the needle of that young life so it will point to the star of its own destiny; and though you may pull it around by artificial advice and unnatural education, and compel it to point to the star which presides over poetry, art, law, medicine, or whatever your own pet calling is until you have wasted years of a precious life, yet, when once free, the needle flies back to its own star. ~ Orison Swett Marden
You are the Man who used to boast
That you’d achieve the uttermost,
You merely wished to show,
To demonstrate how much you know
And prove the distance you can go..
Another year we’ve just passed through.
What new ideas came to you?
How many big things did you do?
Time left twelve fresh months in your care
How many of them did you share
With opportunity and dare
Again where you so often missed?
We do not find you on the list of makers good.
Explain the fact!
Ah No, ‘Twas not the chance you lacked!
As usual – you failed to act.
– Herbert Kauffman