    All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,   All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,   All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!   And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,   Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!

As anger as the sky looks, it's still full of the colors of love.

But sometimes when I hear people quote the Bible, I just want to throw up.

Any ideas, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought

Written By Napoleon Hill

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