Man is emphatically self-made.
No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
Opportunity is important but exertion is indispensable.
The man who will get up will be helped up; and the man who will not get up will be allowed to stay down.
We may explain success mainly by one word and that word is WORK! WORK!! WORK!!! WORK!!!!
Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?
One of the things about being raised British in Africa is that you get this double whammy of toughness. The continent in place itself made you quite tough. And then you've got this British mother whose entire being rejects 'coddling' in case it makes you too soft. So there's absolutely nothing standing between you and a fairly rough experience.
I'm a self-made woman. I've never compromised myself.
I'm a Self-made Woman in Every Sense of the Word