It was the only thing that was there when all I saw where the backs of men facing me echoed in a frenzied hilarity that dulled my soul

Intentan ser honestos, pero la honestidad es un arte. El mal escritor es deshonesto sin saberlo, y el escritor más o menos bueno puede que sea deshonesto porque no sabe sobre qué ser honesto.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

It was a great surprise to me when I discovered that most of the ugliness I saw in others, was but a reflection of my own nature.

Written By Napoleon Hill

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