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The Desert of Time Wasted

"If only the years would come back again, and bring their chances once more." That is the cry of millions of remorseful, disappointed men. The cry is vain. The hand of time writes and passes on. We cannot call it back. But regret for time wasted can become a power for good in the time that remains. And the time that remains is time enough, if we will only stop the waste and the idle, useless regretting.

DON'T Waste Time.

Those three words should be in the mind of every man every day.

They should be repeated over and over in every pulpit, newspaper, public school, in every family group.

Only one thing we have-time. In time we live, and do our work.

And time we waste like spendthrifts, forgetting its value and our small supply.

Wasted time is a great desert, its presiding genius a silent, cold, heartless sphinx of death. On the sands of that desert of wasted time are scattered the bones of failures and the footsteps that led nowhere.

Don't waste your time. Don't waste it in idleness; don't waste it in regretting the time already wasted; don't waste it in dissipation; don't waste it in resolutions a thousand times repeated, never to be carried

out.

Don't waste your time. Use it. Sleep and work, rest and think.

Save part of the time of yesterday by saving part of the money earned yesterday. Money earned in days past is the time of days past.

Save the time of tomorrow by planning to use it carefully, thoroughly and systematically.

The best of us have already wasted time enough for the creating of a dozen reputations, for the doing of ten times as much work as we ever shall do.

Time is wasted that devotes itself to thought of time wasted.

Don't waste time.

Remember that however much time you may have wasted already, you have time enough left if you will use it.

The old man has no excuse for mourning chances that are gone forever. No chances are gone forever while life and time remain.

You have seen the rising sun and the setting

sun.

They look different to you, but the difference is in your imagination.

The rising sun is the sun of youth, and the setting sun is the sun of age. One is like the other. The rising sun, like the setting sun, gives heat and light to the earth and beauty to the clouds. And no man can tell the difference between a photograph of the sun that is rising and the sun that is setting, or the difference between paintings of the two if the paintings are accurate.

The rising sun seems to us full of hope, life and promise. The clouds that the rising sun paints and illumines seem full of beauty and freshness unknown to the clouds of the later day.

The setting sun seems tired, the farewell rays seem different from the early rays that tell of the coming day.

But the difference is in our minds.

In the morning we are fresh, full of ambition and hope, and our eyes see things in one way.

In the evening we are tired, some illusions have gone, and the tired eyes see different colors and different lights.

Actually, sunset and sunrise are the same.

And actually, the beginning and the end of life are the same as regards power and possibility, if we can only see things as they are, not be discouraged, and not deceived by hours and years that have passed.

Your time in the day is as good as ever it was.

The sun's light as the sun goes down is as bright as the light when the sun comes up.

What you could do with your hours forty years ago, you can do in those hours now, if you will.

Don't waste time.

If all of your life is ahead of you, plan to use it all, and begin with the present hour.

If half of your life is gone, plan to make the remaining half as useful as the whole life would have been without the determination, the incentive and the knowledge of age.

You know when you are wasting time. You can stop the waste if you will.

Begin now to save and use your only real possession. Time slips through your fingers like sand through the fingers of a child on the seashore. Each grain of sand is an hour, and each handful is a year.

What others have done you can do if you will. Time enough is still ahead of you. The last days are as good as the first if you refuse to believe in any difference.

Whether your sun be rising or setting, use the hours of light and opportunity that remain.

Soon the night, the darkness and the cold will come. All the sand of time will have run through your fingers, and your chance in this life will be ended.

"Work, for the night is coming, when man's work is done."

Between hours of reading think steadily. Thinking to reading is like gastric juice to the food. Reading without thought is utterly profitless.

Every man is knocked down at least once. It is getting up that tests a man.

Of all weaknesses, the worst, most dangerous, is fear.

It takes a long while for an idea to sink through the human skull.

You Must Do Your Own

Climbing

The steps are high and broad, and the climb is a long one-to REAL SUCCESS.

THIS is the country of success; we hear endless talk about it.

Talk varies from simple advice concerning Lincoln, who had only a few books, few chances, but made the best use of them, all the way up to complicated recipes for succeeding, given out by gentlemen of get-rich schemes.

Certain men whom we call successful, meaning that they have money, have "succeeded" without industry. They are gamblers, Wall Street geniuses, or others who with tricks have got the better of their fellow men, but they are not successful.

Men of the same stamp have succeeded, even without sobriety or honesty.

But even such success as theirs demands certain qualities. They must have, at least temporarily, selfdenial. They must hold themselves back, husband their resources, keep themselves in hand until they have achieved the end in view.

To tell a young man that he needs certain qualities is wasting your time-except as you may direct attention to the possibility of developing in himself the essentials of success.

The late Collis P. Huntington, asked to advise a young man, said: "Take ten thousand dollars and go