" Do not question whether the principles of auto suggestion will work. Do not doubt, but believe. The power to think as you wish to think is the only power over which you have absolute control."
Napoleon Hill
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul
Written by William Ernest Henly
Great poem, excerpted from The law of success, by Napoleon hill
