I used to sit in class and listen to the terms come floating down the room like paper airplanes.

Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?

I shall be the wild park in the midst of the nightmare of perfection, the still, unshakeable dream in the midst of frenzied activity, the random shot on the white billiard table of logic, I shall know neither how to weep nor protest, but I shall be there always in absolute silence to receive and to restore.

Before we can master an enemy, we must know its name, its habits, and its place of abode.

Written By Napoleon Hill

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