Quotes About Potential

No great man ever complains of want of opportunity.

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.

The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

There is more in every person's soul than we think.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn, and Egypt, Greece, Rome, Gaul, Britain, America, lie folded already in the first man.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.

fate is for imbeciles; all is possible to the resolved mind.

Every man is an impossibility until he is born; every thing impossible until we see a success.

The man of genius inspires us with a boundless confidence in our own powers.

The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

All men are at last of a size; and true art is only possible, on the conviction that every talent has its apotheosis somewhere. Fair play, and an open field, and freshest laurels to all who have won them! But heaven reserves an equal scope for every creature. Each is uneasy until he has produced his private ray unto the concave sphere, and beheld his talent also in its last nobility and exaltation.

As a plant upon the earth, so a man rests upon the bosom of God; he is nourished by unfailing fountains, and draws, at his need, inexhaustible power. Who can set bounds to the possibilities of man?

Every artist was first an amateur

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.

We are magnets...We have keys to all doors. We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities...

that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Caesar called his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours, a cobler's trade; a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar's garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without fine names.

Fatalism is the creed of a will that is dying to its possibilities and seeks to drag the imagination with it.

We became less than what we were meant to be.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Boy, said the old man at last, in five years, how would you like a job selling shoes in this emporium? Gosh, thanks, Mr. Sanderson, but I don't know what I'm going to be yet. Anything you want to be son, said the old man, you'll be. No one will ever stop you.