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THE SCIENCE OF GETTING RICH

Exploring the psychological and philosophical aspects of wealth creation, this book offers strategies and insights for achieving financial success and personal well-being. more

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Wallace D. Wattles

Wallace D. Wattles was an American author born in 1860 and died in 1911. He is known for his works on personal growth and the philosophy of success, with his most famous book being 'The Science of Getting Rich'. His ideas have had a profound impact on subsequent books on personal development. more

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“How do you stop yourself from being your own worst critic? It’s simple. You achieve things. You fulfill your potential. In the end, you only regret the things you didn’t do. People’s lives are ruined by all the moping around they do, worrying about wasting their lives. Worrying about wasting your life is exactly how you waste your life. Instead of worrying, you should be doing stuff ... CONSTANTLY, and then you will have constant achievements, constant things to be proud of, and no one else will have what you have.”

“Any of them could have a disaster before the school year is over. You could have a disaster an hour from now. Bending over. Something could hit you. People carry guns in glove compartments and lunch boxes. Cars spin out of control in minor drizzle. The more you know, really, the more you have to worry and fret about. It's a miracle anyone can sleep at all.”

“I guess I just took that approval and ran with it. But at some point in this journey, my mother started to rise up in her faith. Maybe it was from those countless nights of worrying where her son was and if he’d be alright, wondering if I’d make it home safely or when I would come back on the radar. And there were the nights she sat up praying for her lost son to come home.”

“... you're important to me, Poppy. Not because you're the Maiden, but because you're... you.' A knot of emotion formed in my chest and fought its way up my throat. I didn't give him a chance to realise what I was doing. I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. 'Thank you,' I murmured against his chest. Vikter was as stiff as a guard on the Rise for their very first time, but then he put his hands on my back. And patted me. I grinned. 'You know I'll never replace your father, nor would I ever try to, but you're like a daughter to me.' I hugged him tighter. He patted me again. 'I worry about you. Partly because it's my job, but mostly because it's you.' 'You're important to me, too.' My words were muffled against his chest. 'Even though you think my punches are weak.' His chuckle was rough as he dropped his chin to the top of my head. 'Your punches are weak when you're not doing them correctly. He pulled back, clasping my cheeks. 'But, girl, your aim is deadly. Don't ever forget that.”