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“A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.”

Quote by Steven Pressfield

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Steven Pressfield
Steven Pressfield

Steven Pressfield, born in 1943, is a renowned author known for his historical and war novels. His works are highly appreciated for their deep historical insights and vivid depiction of war scenes. more

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