The human shapes moving past him in the streets of the city were physical objects without any meaning.

I&#39;m not one of those James Joyce intellectuals who can stand back and look at the whole edifice... It was a slow process for me to just crawl out of it, like a snake leaving his skin behind.

Ego is like a CO2
if we don't leave
we can't survive

Somewhere in your make-up (perhaps in the cells of your brain) there lies sleeping, the seed of achievement which, if aroused and put into action, would carry you to heights, such as you may never have hoped to attain.

Written By Napoleon Hill

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