I'm enthusiastic and ambitious, and I work hard.
The progressive agenda is actually legitimated by the incomprehension and anger it elicits: If the people do not resent and resist what is being done on their behalf, what is being done is not properly ambitious. If it is comprehensible to its intended beneficiaries, it is the work of insufficiently advanced thinkers.
My objective is and has been for years to make the lightest and most compact flying machine that would carry me at 25 or 30 miles per hour for 10 minutes or a quarter of an hour. Current events show this is not at all an ambitious project. Want of an elementary knowledge of oil machines baulks me and causes much misdirected effort. I doubt my ability to acquire that knowledge, and feel like a fireman trying to hew out a donkey pump.
I was young and ambitious and had the gift of dancing. I tried out for different things and the gift opened doors for me.
It's okay to be ambitious, it's okay to be over-prepared.
There are just times when it seems you can't do anything wrong. Then there are other times when whatever you do is wrong. I think I could have had more drive. I was never very ambitious.
Man's brain, enlarged fortuitously, invented words in an ambitious attempt to learn how to think, only to have them usurped by his emotions. But we still try.
Did I have a heart to be contented? Well, no, not particularly. I had a tendency to be discontented: ambitious, dissatisfied, fretful, and tough to please. . . It's easier to complain than to laugh, easier to yell than to joke around, easier to be demanding than to be satisfied.
My mom was terrific. I described my mom once. If fear was a color, she was color blind. Nothing frightened her. If I told her that I was going to take over General Motors, she'd say, "You can do it. " Just the most preposterous things, ambitious things, she said, "You can do it. "
. . . while I bathed, while I tried but failed to sleep, I considered how I might become more like the women I respected and admired. Surrounded as I was by ambitious, accomplished women, I couldn't ignore the little voice in my head that said maybe I was supposed to shed halfway, and do something significant. Contribute something. Accomplish something. Choose. Be.
The truly ambitious are always as busy on the landings as they are breathless on the stairs.
The ambitious deceive themselves in proposing an end to their ambition; that end, when attained, becomes a means.
Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.
I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.