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All personal achievement starts in the mind of the individual. Your personal achievement starts in your mind. the first step is to know exactly what your problem, goal or desire is. If you're not clear about this, then write it down, and rewrite it until the words express precisely what you are after. Every disadvantage has an equivalent advantage - if you'll take the trouble to find it. Learn to do that and you'll kick the stuffing out of adversity every time. William Clement Stone		Wednesday Sep 02, 2026
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About Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie

	Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie
	(1885-1928) Address to My Soul, 1928, st. I - American poet & novelist, m. William Rose Benét, poet & novelist.

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If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground. And there hold intercourse With roots of trees and stones, With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones.

The worst and best are both inclined To snap like vixens at the truth But, O, beware the middle mind That purrs and never shows a tooth!

We shall walk in velvet shoes: Wherever we go Silence will fall like dews On white silence below.

Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There's something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.

Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird The eagle of the rock.

A subtle spirit has my path attended, In likeness not a lion but a pard; And when the arrows flew like hail, and hard He licked my wounds, and all my wounds were mended.

If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.

Honeyed words like bees Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

Enshrine her and she dies, who had The hard heart of a child.

Hail, element of earth, receive thy own And cherish, at thy charitable breast, This man, this mongrel beast: He plows the sand, and, at his hardest need, He sows himself for seed.

I was, being human, born alone; I am, being woman, hard beset; I live by squeezing from a stone The little nourishment I get.

Say not of Beauty she is good, Or aught but beautiful.

My soul, be not disturbed By planetary war; Remain securely orbed In this contracted star.

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