If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain–
Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take,
And stab my spirit broad awake.
Our habits make us. Like wheels running on the road, they wear the tracks or ruts in which our life moves. Our character is the result of our habits. We do the same thing over and over a thousand times, and by and by it is part of ourselves.
“Sow a thought and reap an act;
Sow an act and reap a habit;
Sow a habit and reap a character.”
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