Tension is never born it's always adopted

Let go of the past because its remembrance will give you pleasure.

Benedick: I protest I love thee. Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me! Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice? Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you. Benedick: And do it with all thy heart. Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.

Written By Napoleon Hill

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