Better to love God and die unknown than to love the world and be a hero; better to be content with poverty than to die a slave to wealth; better to have taken some risks and lost than to have done nothing and succeeded at it.
Teach me to pray.

May I seek first thy kingdom and its righteousness.
May I value things in relation to eternity.
May my spiritual welfare be my chief solicitude.
May I be poor, afflicted, despised and have thy blessing, rather than be successful in enterprise, or have more than my heart can wish, or be admired by my fellow-men, if thereby these things make me forget thee.
May I regard the world as dreams, lies, vanities, vexation of spirit, and desire to depart from it.
And may I seek my happiness in thy favor, image, presence, service.
Desires, The Valley of Vision

Why do I think I know what’s best when my father knows what I need before I even ask? This is what will bring him the most glory and this is what’s best.

I need nothing more.

Bloomberg: Harvard, Princeton in Discrimination Probe

Or, here’s an idea: stop practicing the (worthless) SAT and spend some time investing in things that you care about. People seem to like people that are passionate about something.

And quit idolizing the Ivy League. How many people have gone on to contribute to society without a BS degree (Double entendre! We learn those at public university, too!) from Harvard, MIT or Princeton?

I seem to have lost count. Hmm, maybe I should’ve gone to an Ivy.

There’s a reason you don’t spell success as s-t-a-t-u-s.

That kind of thinking creates the current educational crisis we have on our hands today.

A little chat about swing dancing tonight with my work mentor.
B:What time are you gonna be thurr?
VanWyk:prolly ate
VanWyk:talk to some fly honies
B:word
B:lol
B:I read "honies" like "ponies"
VanWyk:i like my honies like i like my ponies
VanWyk:little and mine
It’s hard to understand how an organization with whom we share a mission of saving women’s lives could have bowed to this kind of bullying,
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My mentor just made my day.

Oh my warriors, whither would you flee? Behind you is the sea, before you, the enemy. You have left now only the hope of your courage and your constancy.

Remember that in this country you are more unfortunate than the orphan seated at the table of the avaricious master. Your enemy is before you, protected by an innumerable army; he has men in abundance, but you, as your only aid, have your own swords, and, as your only chance for life, such chance as you can snatch from the hands of your enemy. If the absolute want to which you are reduced is prolonged ever so little, if you delay to seize immediate success, your good fortune will vanish, and your enemies, whom your very presence has filled with fear, will take courage. Put far from you the disgrace from which you flee in dreams, and attack this monarch who has left his strongly fortified city to meet you. Here is a splendid opportunity to defeat him, if you will consent to expose yourselves freely to death. Do not believe that I desire to incite you to face dangers which I shall refuse to share with you. In the attack I myself will be in the fore, where the chance of life is always least.

Remember that if you suffer a few moments in patience, you will afterward enjoy supreme delight. Do not imagine that your fate can be separated from mine, and rest assured that if you fall, I shall perish with you, or avenge you.