I had this great urge. . . I had it the day I was born. Some may call it destiny. My parents and friends called it dismaying.
Nearly everyone I met, worked with, or read about was my teacher, one way or another.
I hated school. . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell. . .
In silence - and in self-defense - I figured things out in my own little way.
I've learned that getting what you want gives you a pretty high batting average, and leaves you plenty to struggle for.
No one is ever too old, too rich, too poor, to pray.
I was a very wanting child.
I had to force myself not to be overly protective because I had lost one child.
Nothing succeeds like success. Get a little success, and then just get a little more.
I am a poor student sitting at the feet of giants, yearning for their wisdom and begging for lessons that might one day make me a complete artist, so that if all goes well, I may one day sit beside them.
When experience contradicts firmly held judgments of self-efficacy, people may not change their beliefs about themselves if the conditions of performance are such as to lead them to discount the import of the experience