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thoughts, we will probably be ill. If we think failure, we will certainly fail. If we wallow

in self-pity, everyone will want to shun us and avoid us. " You are not, " said Norman

Vincent Peale, " you are not what you think you are; but what you think, you are. "

Am I advocating an habitual Pollyanna attitude toward all our problems? No,

unfortunately, life isn't so simple as all that. But I am advocating that we assume a

positive attitude instead of a negative attitude. In other words, we need to be

concerned about our problems, but not worried. What is the difference between

concern and worry? Let me illustrate. Every time I cross the traffic-jammed streets of

New York, I am concerned about what I am doing-but not worried. Concern means

realising what the problems are and calmly taking steps to meet them. Worrying means

going around in maddening, futile circles.

A man can be concerned about his serious problems and still walk with his chin up and a

carnation in his buttonhole. I have seen Lowell Thomas do just that. I once had the

privilege of being associated with Lowell Thomas in presenting his famous films on the

Allenby-Lawrence campaigns in World War I. He and his assistants had photographed the

war on half a dozen fronts; and, best of all, had brought back a pictorial record of T. E.

Lawrence and his colourful Arabian army, and a film record of Allenby's conquest of the

Holy Land. His illustrated talks entitled " With Allenby in Palestine and Lawrence in

Arabia" were a sensation in London-and around the world. The London opera season was

postponed for six weeks so that he could continue telling his tale of high adventure and

showing his pictures at Covent Garden Royal Opera House. After his sensational success

in London came a triumphant tour of many countries. Then he spent two years preparing

a film record of life in India and Afghanistan. After a lot of incredibly bad luck, the

impossible happened: he found himself broke in London. I was with him at the time.

I remember we had to eat cheap meals at cheap restaurants. We couldn't have eaten

even there if we had not borrowed money from a Scotsman-James McBey, the renowned

artist. Here is the point of the story: even when Lowell Thomas was facing huge debts

and severe disappointments, he was concerned, but not worried. He knew that if he let

his reverses get him down, he would be worthless to everyone, including his creditors.

So each morning before he started out, he bought a flower, put it in his buttonhole, and

went swinging down Oxford Street with his head high and his step spirited. He thought

positive, courageous thoughts and refused to let defeat defeat him. To him, being

licked was all part of the game-the useful training you had to expect if you wanted to

get to the top.

Our mental attitude has an almost unbelievable effect even on our physical powers. The

famous British psychiatrist, J. A. Hadfield, gives a striking illustration of that fact in his

splendid book, The Psychology of Power. " I asked three men, " he writes, " to submit

themselves to test the effect of mental suggestion on their strength, which was

measured by gripping a dynamometer. " He told them to grip the dynamometer with all

their might. He had them do this under three different sets of conditions.

When he tested them under normal waking conditions, their average grip was 101

pounds.

When he tested them after he had hypnotised them and told them that they were very

weak, they could grip only 29 pounds -less than a third of their normal strength. (One of

these men was a prize fighter; and when he was told under hypnosis that he was weak,

he remarked that his arm felt " tiny, just like a baby's". )

When Captain Hadfield then tested these men a third time, telling them under hypnosis

that they were very strong, they were able to grip an average of 142 pounds. When their

minds were filled with positive thoughts of strength, they increased their actual physical

powers almost five hundred per cent.

Such is the incredible power of our mental attitude.

To illustrate the magic power of thought, let me tell you one of the most astounding

stories in the annals of America. I could write a book about it; but let's be brief. On a

frosty October night, shortly after the close of the Civil War, a homeless, destitute

woman, who was little more than a wanderer on the face of the earth, knocked at the

door of " Mother" Webster, the wife of a retired sea captain, living in Amesbury,

Massachusetts.

Opening the door, " Mother" Webster saw a frail little creature, " scarcely more than a

hundred pounds of frightened skin and bones". The stranger, a Mrs. Glover, explained

she was seeking a home where she could think and work out a great problem that

absorbed her day and night.

" Why not stay here? " Mrs. Webster replied. " I'm all alone in this big house. "

Mrs. Glover might have remained indefinitely with " Mother" Webster, if the latter's son-

in-law, Bill Ellis, hadn't come up from New York for a vacation. When he discovered Mrs.

Glover's presence, he shouted: " I'll have no vagabonds in this house"; and he shoved this

homeless woman out of the door. A driving rain was falling. She stood shivering in the

rain for a few minutes, and then started down the road, looking for shelter.

Here is the astonishing part of the story. That " vagabond" whom Bill Ellis put out of the

house was destined to have as much influence on the thinking of the world as any other

woman who ever walked this earth. She is now known to millions of devoted followers

as Mary Baker Eddy-the founder of Christian Science.

Yet, until this time, she had known little in life except sickness, sorrow, and tragedy.

Her first husband had died shortly after their marriage. Her second husband had

deserted her and eloped with a married woman. He later died in a poor-house. She had

only one child, a son; and she was forced, because of poverty, illness, and jealousy, to

give him up when he was four years old. She lost all track of him and never saw him

again for thirty-one years.

Because of her own ill health, Mrs. Eddy had been interested for years in what she

called " the science of mind healing". But the dramatic turning point in her life occurred

in Lynn, Massachusetts. Walking downtown one cold day, she slipped and fell on the icy

pavement-and was knocked unconscious. Her spine was so injured that she was

convulsed with spasms. Even the doctor expected her to die. If by some miracle she

lived, he declared that she would never walk again.

Lying on what was supposed to be her deathbed, Mary Baker Eddy opened her Bible, and

was led, she declared, by divine guidance to read these words from Saint Matthew:

" And, behold, they brought to him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus...

said unto the sick of the palsy: Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee. ...

Arise, take up thy bed, and go unto thine house. And he arose, and departed to his

house. "

These words of Jesus, she declared, produced within her such a strength, such a faith,

such a surge of healing power, that she " immediately got out of bed and walked".

" That experience, " Mrs. Eddy declared, " was the falling apple that led me to the

discovery of how to be well myself, and how to make others so. ... I gained the

scientific certainty that all causation was Mind, and every effect a mental

phenomenon. "

Such was the way in which Mary Baker Eddy became the founder and high priestess of a

new religion: Christian Science -the only great religious faith ever established by a

woman- a religion that has encircled the globe.

You are probably saying to yourself by now: " This man Carnegie is proselytising for

Christian Science. " No. You are wrong. I am not a Christian Scientist. But the longer I

live, the more deeply I am convinced of the tremendous power of thought. As a result of

thirty-five years spent in teaching adults, I know men and women can banish worry,

fear, and various kind of illness, and can transform their lives by changing their

thoughts. I know! I know! ! I know! ! ! I have seen such incredible transformations

performed hundreds of times. I have seen them so often that I no longer wonder at

them.

For example, one of these transformations happened to one of my students, Frank J.

Whaley, of 1469 West Idaho Street, Saint Paul, Minnesota. He had a nervous breakdown.

What brought it on? Worry. Frank Whaley tells me: " I worried about everything: I

worried because I was too thin; because I thought I was losing my hair; because I feared

I would never make enough money to get married; because I felt I would never make a

good father; because I feared I was losing the girl I wanted to marry; because I felt I was

not living a good life. I worried about the impression I was making on other people. I

worried because I thought I had stomach ulcers. I could no longer work; I gave up my

job. I built up tension inside me until I was like a boiler without a safety valve. The

pressure got so unbearable that something had to give-and it did. If you have never had

a nervous breakdown, pray God that you never do, for no pain of the body can exceed

the excruciating pain of an agonised mind.

" My breakdown was so severe that I couldn't talk even to my own family. I had no

control over my thoughts. I was filled with fear. I would jump at the slightest noise. I

avoided everybody. I would break out crying for no apparent reason at all.

" Every day was one of agony. I felt that I was deserted by everybody-even God. I was

tempted to jump into the river and end it all.

" I decided instead to take a trip to Florida, hoping that a change of scene would help

me. As I stepped on the train, my father handed me a letter and told me not to open it

until I reached Florida. I landed in Florida during the height of the tourist season. Since I

couldn't get in a hotel, I rented a sleeping room in a garage. I tried to get a job on a

tramp freighter out of Miami, but had no luck. So I spent my time at the beach. I was

more wretched in Florida than I had been at home; so I opened the envelope to see

what Dad had written. His note said: 'Son, you are 1, 500 miles from home, and you don't

feel any different, do you? I knew you wouldn't, because you took with you the one thing

that is the cause of all your trouble, that is, yourself. There is nothing wrong with either

your body or your mind. It is not the situations you have met that have thrown you; it is

what you think of these situations. " As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. " When you

realise that, son, come home, for you will be cured. '

" Dad's letter made me angry. I was looking for sympathy, not instruction. I was so mad

that I decided then and there that I would never go home. That night as I was walking

down one of the side streets of Miami, I came to a church where services were going on.

Having no place to go, I drifted in and listened to a sermon on the text: 'He who

conquers his spirit is mightier than he who taketh a city. ' Sitting in the sanctity of the

house of God and hearing the same thoughts that my Dad had written in his letter-all

this swept the accumulated litter out of my brain. I was able to think clearly and

sensibly for the first time in my life. I realised what a fool I had been. I was shocked to

see myself in my true light: here I was, wanting to change the whole world and

everyone in it- when the only thing that needed changing was the focus of the lens of

the camera which was my mind.

" The next morning I packed and started home. A week later I was back on the job. Four

months later I married the girl I had been afraid of losing. We now have a happy family

of five children. God has been good to me both materially and mentally. At the time of

the breakdown I was a night foreman of a small department handling eighteen people. I

am now superintendent of carton manufacture in charge of over four hundred and fifty

people. Life is much fuller and friendlier. I believe I appreciate the true values of life

now. When moments of uneasiness try to creep in (as they will in everyone's life) I tell

myself to get that camera back in focus, and everything is O. K.

" I can honestly say that I am glad I had the breakdown, because I found out the hard

way what power our thoughts can have over our mind and our body. Now I can make my

thoughts work for me instead of against me. I can see now that Dad was right when he

said it wasn't outward situations that had caused all my suffering, but what I thought of

those situations. And as soon as I realised that, I was cured-and stayed cured. " Such was

the experience of Frank J. Whaley.

I am deeply convinced that our peace of mind and the joy we get out of living depends

not on where we are, or what we have, or who we are, but solely upon our mental

attitude. Outward conditions have very little to do with it. For example, let's take the

case of old John Brown, who was hanged for seizing the United States arsenal at Harpers

Ferry and trying to incite the slaves to rebellion. He rode away to the gallows, sitting on

his coffin. The jailer who rode beside him was nervous and worried. But old John Brown

was calm and cool. Looking up at the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia, he exclaimed:

" What a beautiful country! I never had an opportunity to really see it before. "

Or take the case of Robert Falcon Scott and his companions- the first Englishman ever to

reach the South Pole. Their return trip was probably the cruelest journey ever

undertaken by man. Their food was gone-and so was their fuel. They could no longer

march because a howling blizzard roared down over the rim of the earth for eleven days

and nights-a wind so fierce and sharp that it cut ridges in the polar ice. Scott and his

companions knew they were going to die; and they had brought a quantity of opium

along for just such an emergency. A big dose of opium, and they could all lie down to

pleasant dreams, never to wake again. But they ignored the drug, and died " singing

ringing songs of cheer". We know they did because of a farewell letter found with their

frozen bodies by a searching party, eight months later.

Yes, if we cherish creative thoughts of courage and calmness, we can enjoy the scenery

while sitting on our coffin, riding to the gallows; or we can fill our tents with " ringing

songs of cheer", while starving and freezing to death.

Milton in his blindness discovered that same truth three hundred years ago:

The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a heaven of Hell, a hell of Heaven.

Napoleon and Helen Keller are perfect illustrations of Milton's statement: Napoleon had

everything men usually crave-glory, power, riches-yet he said at St. Helena: " I have

never known six happy days in my life"; while Helen Keller- blind, deaf, dumb-declared:

" I have found life so beautiful. "

If half a century of living has taught me anything at all, it has taught me that " Nothing

can bring you peace but yourself. "

I am merely trying to repeat what Emerson said so well in the closing words of his essay

on " Self-Reliance" : " A political victory, a rise in rents, the recovery of your sick, or the

return of your absent friend, or some other quite external event, raises your spirits, and

you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. It can never be so. Nothing

can bring you peace but yourself. "

Epictetus, the great Stoic philosopher, warned that we ought to be more concerned

about removing wrong thoughts from the mind than about removing " tumours and

abscesses from the body. "

Epictetus said that nineteen centuries ago, but modern medicine would back him up.

Dr. G. Canby Robinson declared that four out of five patients admitted to Johns Hopkins

Hospital were suffering from conditions brought on in part by emotional strains and

stresses. This was often true even in cases of organic disturbances. " Eventually, " he

declared, " these trace back to maladjustments to life and its problems. "

Montaigne, the great French philosopher, adopted these seventeen words as the motto

of his life: " A man is not hurt so much by what happens, as by his opinion of what

happens. " And our opinion of what happens is entirely up to us.

What do I mean? Have I the colossal effrontery to tell you to your face-when you are

mowed down by troubles, and your nerves are sticking out like wires and curling up at

the ends-have I the colossal effrontery to tell you that, under those conditions, you can

change your mental attitude by an effort of will? Yes, I mean precisely that! And that is

not all. I am going to show you how to do it. It may take a little effort, but the secret is

simple.

William James, who has never been topped in his knowledge of practical psychology,

once made this observation: " Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and

feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control

of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not. "

In other words, William James tells us that we cannot instantly change our emotions

just by " making up our minds to" -but that we can change our actions. And that when we

change our actions, we will automatically change our feelings.

" Thus, " he explains, " The sovereign voluntary path to cheerfulness, if your cheerfulness

be lost, is to sit up cheerfully and to act and speak as if cheerfulness were already

there. "

Does that simple trick work? It works like plastic surgery! Try it yourself. Put a big,

broad, honest-to-God smile on your face; throw back your shoulders; take a good, deep

breath; and sing a snatch of song. If you can't sing, whistle. If you can't whistle, hum.

You will quickly discover what William James was talking about-that it is physically

impossible to remain blue or depressed while you are acting out the symptoms of being

radiantly happy!

This is one of the little basic truths of nature that can easily work miracles in all our

lives. I know a woman in California -I won't mention her name-who could wipe out all of

her miseries in twenty-fours if only she knew this secret. She's old, and she's a widow-

that's sad, I admit-but does she try to act happy? No; if you ask her how she is feeling,

she says: " Oh, I'm all right" -but the expression on her face and the whine in her voice

say: " Oh, God, if you only knew the troubles I've seen! " She seems to reproach you for

being happy in her presence. Hundreds of women are worse off that she is: her husband

left her enough insurance to last the rest of her life, and she has married children to

give her a home. But I've rarely seen her smile. She complains that all three of her sons-

in-law are stingy and selfish-although she is a guest in their homes for months at a time.

And she complains that her daughters never give her presents-although she hoards her

own money carefully, " for my old age". She is a blight on herself and her unfortunate

family! But does it have to be so? That is the pity of it-she could change herself from a

miserable, bitter, and unhappy old woman into an honoured and beloved member of the

family-if she wanted to change. And all she would have to do to work this

transformation would be to start acting cheerful; start acting as though she had a little

love to give away-instead of squandering it all on her own unhappy and embittered self.

I know a man in Indiana-H. J. Englert, of 1335 nth Street, Tell City, Indiana-who is still

alive today because he discovered this secret. Ten years ago Mr. Englert had a case of

scarlet fever; and when he recovered, he found he had developed nephritis, a kidney

disease. He tried all kinds of doctors, " even quacks", he informs me, but nothing could

cure him.

Then, a short time ago, he got other complications. His blood pressure soared. He went

to a doctor, and was told that his blood pressure was hitting the top at 214. He was told

that it was fatal-that the condition was progressive, and he had better put his affairs in

order at once.

" I went home, " he says, " and made sure that my insurance was all paid up, and then I

apologised to my Maker for all my mistakes, and settled down to gloomy meditations.

" I made everyone unhappy. My wife and family were miserable, and I was buried deep in

depression myself. However, after a week of wallowing in self-pity, I said to myself:

'You're acting like a fool! You may not die for a year yet, so why not try to be happy

while you're here? '

" I threw back my shoulders, put a smile on my face, and attempted to act as though

everything were normal. I admit it was an effort at first-but I forced myself to be

pleasant and cheerful; and this not only helped my family, but it also helped me.

" The first thing I knew, I began to feel better-almost as well as I pretended to feel! The

improvement went on. And today-months after I was supposed to be in my grave-I am

not only happy, well, and alive, but my blood pressure is down! I know one thing for

certain: the doctor's prediction would certainly have come true if I had gone on thinking

'dying' thoughts of defeat. But I gave my body a chance to heal itself, by nothing in the

world but a change of mental attitude! "

Let me ask you a question: If merely acting cheerful and thinking positive thoughts of

health and courage can save this man's life, why should you and I tolerate for one

minute more our minor glooms and depressions? Why make ourselves, and everyone

around us, unhappy and blue, when it is possible for us to start creating happiness by

merely acting cheerful?

Years ago, I read a little book that had a lasting and profound effect on my life. It was

called As a Man Thinketh (*) by James Lane Allen, and here's what it said:

" A man will find that as he alters his thoughts towards things and other people, things

and other people will alter towards him. ... Let a man radically alter his thoughts, and

he will be astonished at the rapid transformation it will effect in the material conditions

of his life. Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are. ... The

divinity that shapes our ends is in ourselves. It is our very self. ... All that a man

achieves is the direct result of his own thoughts. ... A man can only rise, conquer and

achieve by lifting up his thoughts. He can only remain weak and abject and miserable by

refusing to lift up his thoughts. "

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[*] Fowler & Co. Ltd.

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According to the book of Genesis, the Creator gave man dominion over the whole wide

earth. A mighty big present. But I am not interested in any such super-royal

prerogatives. All I desire is dominion over myself-dominion over my thoughts; dominion

over my fears; dominion over my mind and over my spirit. And the wonderful thing is

that I know that I can attain this dominion to an astonishing degree, any time I want to,

by merely controlling my actions-which in turn control my reactions.

So let us remember these words of William James: " Much of what we call Evil... can

often be converted into a bracing and tonic good by a simple change of the sufferer's

inner attitude from one of fear to one of fight. "

Let's fight for our happiness!

Let's fight for our happiness by following a daily programme of cheerful and constructive

thinking. Here is such a programme. It is entitled " Just for Today". I found this

programme so inspiring that I gave away hundreds of copies. It was written thirty-six

years ago by the late Sibyl F. Partridge. If you and I follow it, we will eliminate most of

our worries and increase immeasurably our portion of what the French call la joie de

vivre.

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Just For Today

1. Just for today I will be happy. This assumes that what Abraham Lincoln said is true,

that " most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. " Happiness is

from within; it is not a matter of externals.

2. Just for today I will try to adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything

to my own desires. I will take my family, my business, and my luck as they come and fit

myself to them.

3. Just for today I will take care of my body. I will exercise it, care for it, nourish it, not

abuse it nor neglect it, so that it will be a perfect machine for my bidding.

4. Just for today I will try to strengthen my mind. I will learn something useful. I will