Quote by Edgar A. Guest, from the poem Eq

Courage must come from the soul within,The man must furnish the will to win. So figure it out for yourself, my lad.You were born with all that the great have had,With your equipment they all began,Get hold of yourself and say: I can.(Recited by Dr. George Washington Carver during his commencement address at Selma University, Selma Alabama on May 27, 1942)


Courage must come from the soul within,The man must furnish

Summary

This quote by Dr. George Washington Carver emphasizes that courage does not arise from external circumstances, but rather from within one's own soul. It suggests that in order to achieve success, one must possess the determination and drive to overcome challenges. Carver urges individuals to recognize their inherent potential and capabilities, reminding them that they were born with the same qualities as the great achievers of the past. By tapping into their own strengths and believing in themselves, they can accomplish anything they set their minds to.

By Edgar A. Guest, from the poem Eq
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