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Max Aitken Beaverbrook
Member, or a curate. Downing Street is as
attractive as the oak-leaves of the field-marshal; York and Canterbury
as pleasant as a dominance in Lombard Street or Burlington House.
For my own part I speak of the only field of success I know--the world
of ordinary affairs. And I start with a contradiction in terms. Success is
a constitutional temperament bestowed on the recipient by the gods.
And yet you may have all the gifts of the fairies and fail utterly. Man
cannot add an inch to his stature, but by taking thought he can walk
erect; all the gifts given at birth can be destroyed by a single curse.
Like all human affairs, success is partly a matter of predestination and
partly of free will. You cannot make the genius, but you can either
improve or destroy it, and most men and women possess the assets
which can be turned into success.
But those who possess the precious gifts will have both to hoard and to
expand them.
What are the qualities which make for success? They are three:
Judgment, Industry, and Health, and perhaps the greatest of these is
judgment. These are the three pillars which hold up the fabric of
success. But in using the word judgment one has said everything.
In the affairs of the world it is the supreme quality. How many men
have brilliant schemes and yet are quite unable to execute them, and
through their very brilliancy stumble unawares upon ruin? For round
judgment there cluster many hundred qualities, like the setting round a
jewel: the capacity to read the hearts of men; to draw an inexhaustible
fountain of wisdom from every particle of experience in the past, and
turn the current of this knowledge into the dynamic action of the future.
Genius goes to the heart of a matter like an arrow from a bow, but
judgment is the quality which learns from the world what the world has
to teach and then goes one better. Shelley had genius, but he would not
have been a success in Wall Street--though the poet showed a flash of
business knowledge in refusing to lend money to Byron.
In the ultimate resort judgment is the power to assimilate knowledge
and to use it. The opinions of men and the movement of markets are all

so much material for the perfected instrument of the mind.
But judgment may prove a sterile capacity if it is not accompanied by
industry. The mill must have grist on which to work, and it is industry
which pours in the grain.
A great opportunity may be lost and an irretrievable error committed by
a brief break in the lucidity of the intellect or in the train of thought.
"He who would be Cæsar anywhere," says Kipling, "must know
everything everywhere." Nearly everything comes to the man who is
always all there.
Men are not really born either hopelessly idle, or preternaturally
industrious. They may move in one direction or the other as will or
circumstances dictate, but it is open to any man to work. Hogarth's
industrious and idle apprentice point a moral, but they do not tell a true
tale. The real trouble about industry is to apply it in the right
direction--and it is therefore the servant of judgment. The true secret of
industry well applied is concentration, and there are many well-known
ways of learning that art--the most potent handmaiden of success.
Industry can be acquired; it should never be squandered.
But health is the foundation both of judgment and industry--and
therefore of success. And without health everything is difficult. Who
can exercise a sound judgment if he is feeling irritable in the morning?
Who can work hard if he is suffering from a perpetual feeling of
malaise?
The future lies with the people who will take exercise and not too much
exercise. Athleticism may be hopeless as a career, but as a drug it is
invaluable. No ordinary man can hope to succeed who does not work
his body in moderation. The danger of the athlete is to believe that in
kicking a goal he has won the game of life. His object is no longer to be
fit for work, but to be superfit for play. He sees the means and the end
through an inverted telescope. The story books always tell us that the
Rowing Blue finishes up as a High Court Judge.
The truth is very different. The career of sport leads only to failure,
satiety, or impotence.
The hero of the playing fields becomes the dunce of the office. Other
men go on playing till middle-age robs them of their physical powers.
At the end the whole thing is revealed as vanity. Play tennis or golf
once a day and you may be
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