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“Self-disciplined begins with the mastery of your thoughts. If you don't control what you think, you can't control what you do. Simply, self-discipline enables you to think first and act afterward.”

Quote by Napoleon Hill

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Napoleon Hill
Napoleon Hill

Napoleon Hill was an American author known for his book 'Think and Grow Rich'. This book combines elements of psychology, philosophy, and success literature, aiming to help readers achieve personal and professional success. Hill's life and work experiences provided rich material for his writing, and his works continue to have a profound impact on the field of personal development to this day. more

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