Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Success is never final, failure is never fatal. It's courage that counts.
Success is for creeps.
The ladder of success is never crowded at the top.
Success is usually the culmination of controlling failure.
Success is sweet and sweeter if long delayed and gotten through many struggles and defeats.
Success is about honour, feeling morally calibrated, absence of shame, not what some newspaper defines from an external metric.
Success is dependent upon the glands - sweat glands.
Success is not a matter of mastering subtle, sophisticated theory but rather of embracing common sense with uncommon levels of discipline and persistence.
Success is only meaningful and enjoyable if it feels like your own.
Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
Half of my success is my fearlessness and recklessness - of just seeing the end and not stopping until you get there.
Success is the one unpardonable sin against our fellows.
Success is fine, but success is fleeting. Significance is lasting.
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.
My measure of success is whether I'm fulfilling my mission.
Giving back to the communities and institutions that helped us achieve success is a value we share and a privilege we embrace.
The secret to success is to offend the greatest number of people.
The secret of my success is my hairspray.
Because success is such a weasel word anyway, it's such a horribly American word, and it's such a vamp and, I think it's a death trap.
