When discussing his rare good ideas, his friends joked that a broken clock is right twice a day.

Facing a mountain of obstacles, he kept repeating where there is a will, refusing to give up until he succeeded.

She reminded her friend that where there is a will there is a way, so they kept practicing until they could play the piece perfectly.

As my grandmother used to say, every day is a school day, so don't be afraid to ask questions.

When the project was celebrated, everyone lined up to take credit — success has many fathers, failure is an orphan — but when things went wrong, no one wanted to be held responsible.

When today feels hopeless, I remind myself that tomorrow is another day and try again with renewed hope.

She worried as the day is long, never letting herself relax.

When he proudly announced that water is wet, everyone in the room groaned.

Even after losing his job, he kept telling himself that a contented mind is a perpetual feast, and that perspective helped him remain calm and hopeful.