Napoleon Hill Quotes

The man who starts out going nowhere, generally gets there.

Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.

How can I fail when I have no purpose?

If you have no major purpose, you are drifting toward certain failure.

Our plans miscarry because they have no aim.

I really think I ambled through a lot of my life, or ambled from one thing to the other.

I never feel like there's any one point to the film, to anything, to any of the movies I've made.

I'm slightly unsure as to what my goal is. I just keep doing jobs.

The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach

Fatigue dominates the lives of those who are living without direction and dreams.

We fail, not because of big problems, but because of small purposes.

What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.

Not having a clear goal leads to death by a thousand compromises.

The tragedy of life doesn't lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. It isn't a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream...It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach for. Not failure, but low aim is sin.

We live in an age disturbed, confused, bewildered, afraid of its own forces, in search not merely of its road but even of its direction. There are many voices of counsel, but few voices of vision; there is much excitement and feverish activity, but little concert of thoughtful purpose. We are distressed by our own ungoverned, undirected energies and do many things, but nothing long. It is our duty to find ourselves.

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

I think we are living a life without specificity, and then our lives become abstractions.

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

The idle mind knows not what it wants.

The most unhappy of all men is the man who cannot tell what he is going to do, who has got no work cut-out for him in the world, and does not go into it. For work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind,honest work, which you intend getting done.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

Every man is occasionally visited by the suspicion that the planet on which he is riding is not really going anywhere; that the Force which controls its measured eccentricities hasn't got anything special in mind. If he broods on this somber theme long enough he gets the doleful idea that the laughing children on a merry-go-round or the thin, fine hands of a lady's watch are revolving more purposely than he is.

In Maycomb, if one went for a walk with no definite purpose in mind, it was correct to believe one's mind incapable of definite purpose.

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

If you have no destination, you'll never get there.