JAMES LANE ALLEN

He who has conquered doubt and fear has conquered failure.

Good thoughts bear good fruit, bad thoughts bear bad fruit.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that right thoughts and right efforts will inevitably bring about right results.

As you think, you travel, and as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

We do not attract what we want, but what we are.

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

The longer I live here, the better satisfied I am in having pitched my earthly camp-fire, gypsylike, on the edge of a town, keeping it on one side, and the green fields, lanes, and woods on the other. Each, in turn, is to me as a magnet to the needle. At times the needle of my nature points towards the country. On that side everything is poetry. I wander over field and forest, and through me runs a glad current of feeling that is like a clear brook across the meadows of May. At others the needle veers round, and I go to town--to the massed haunts of the highest animal and cannibal.

You cannot travel within and stand still without.

I have yet to encounter that common myth of weak men, an insurmountable barrier.

You cannot escape the results of your thoughts. Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain or rise with your thoughts, your vision, your ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.

All that a man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

He who has conquered doubt and fear has conquered failure.

To begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment.

Whether you be man or woman you will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.

You cannot escape the results of your thoughts. Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain or rise with your thoughts, your vision, your ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that right thoughts and right efforts will inevitably bring about right results.

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

The outer conditions of a person's life will always be found to reflect their inner beliefs.

The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart - this you will build your life by, and this you will become.

You cannot travel within and stand still without.

Good thoughts bear good fruit, bad thoughts bear bad fruit.

You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

Circumstances do not determine a man, they reveal him.

As you think, you travel, and as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

We do not attract what we want, but what we are.

I have yet to encounter that common myth of weak men, an insurmountable barrier.

But the finest music in the room is that which streams out to the ear of the spirit in many an exquisite strain from the hanging shelf of books on the opposite wall. Every volume there is an instrument which some melodist of the mind created and set vibrating with music, as a flower shakes out its perfume or a star shakes out its light. Only listen, and they soothe all care, as though the silken-soft leaves of poppies had been made vocal and poured into the ear.

The Anglo-Saxon farmers had scarce conquered foothold, stronghold, freehold in the Western wilderness before they became sowers of hemp--with remembrance of Virginia, with remembrance of dear ancestral Britain.

The longer I live here, the better satisfied I am in having pitched my earthly camp-fire, gypsylike, on the edge of a town, keeping it on one side, and the green fields, lanes, and woods on the other. Each, in turn, is to me as a magnet to the needle. At times the needle of my nature points towards the country. On that side everything is poetry. I wander over field and forest, and through me runs a glad current of feeling that is like a clear brook across the meadows of May. At others the needle veers round, and I go to town--to the massed haunts of the highest animal and cannibal.