He whose ambition creeps instead of soars, who is always uncertain, who procrastinates instead of acts, struggles in vain against failure.
     Is he not imprudent who, seeing the tide making toward him, will sleep until the sea overwhelms him? Is he not foolish who, given the opportunity to improve his lot, will deliberate until his neigbor is chosen instead?
     Only action gives to life its strength, its joy, its purpose. The world will always determine your worth by the deeds you do. Who can measure your talents by the thoughts you have or the emotions you feel? And how will you proclaim your abilities if you are always a spectator and never a player?
     Take heart. Know that activity and sadness are eternal opposites. When thy muscles are straining and fingers are gripping and feet are moving and your mind is occupied with the task at hand you have little time for self-pity and remorse. Action is the balm that will heal any wound.
     Remember that patience is the art of waiting, with faith, for the life you deserve through your good works, but action  is the power that makes good works possible. Even the length of thy wait, for the good things you have earned, seems less when you are busy.
     No one will act for you. Your plans will remain no more than an indler's dream until you rise up and fight against the forces that would keep ye small. To take action is always dangerous, but to sitand wait for the good things of life to fall into your lap is the only calling where failures excel.
     Everything that lies between your cradle and your grave is always marked with uncertainty. Laugh at  your doubts and move ahead. And if it is leisure you seek, instead of work, take heart. The more you do, the more you can do, and the busier you are, the more leisure you will have.
     Act or ye will be acted upon.