From Pillar to Post 



I walk, the wild birds shall be my spokesmen. 

 Never a saint lived that equals them. 



There is an exasperating clique in the world 

 that delights in telling you to laugh at ill-luck 

 and continue trying. Close inspection of their 

 own careers usually shows that they have had 

 no ill-luck worth mentioning, and, worse yet, 

 have accomplished next to nothing, but set up 

 an appearance of grand success by the aid of 

 gold that they did not earn. He who is heaviest 

 gilt is ever readiest to give advice. 



What is called "ill-luck" is the insurmount- 

 able wall that confronts us when we start in 

 life in the wrong direction. Success or good 

 luck is wholly due to facing right at the outset. 

 How to discover the proper direction in the be- 

 ginning of a career is the most valuable knowl- 

 edge the world can possess, and, it may be 

 added, regretfully, does not possess. It would 

 do away with unhappiness, would open the eyes 

 to every quicksand, and there would be not an 

 obstacle in a path unprovided for before it was 

 reached. There would be an end to preaching; 

 life's complexity would become simplicity; 

 there would be a new world, that ideal one 



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