You will be what you will to be;
Let failure find its false content
In the poor world, “environment,”
But spirit scorns it, and is free.
It masters time, it conquers space;
It cows that boastful
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown and fill a servants place.
That human Will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.
Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.
James Allen – “As a Man Thinketh”