The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene. - James Allen

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: — He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: Environment is but his looking-glass.

The world is your kaleidoscope, and the varying combinations of colours, which at every succeeding moment it presents to you are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your ever-moving thoughts.</p>So you will be, what you "will" to be. Let failure find its false content, In that poor word "environment," But spirit scorns it and is free.

Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the after-world, the architects of heaven.