Quote by Gordon B. Hinckley

You can't build a great building on a weak foundation. You must have a solid foundation if you're going to have a strong superstructure.


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Summary

This quote emphasizes the importance of prioritizing a strong foundation when trying to create something great, be it a building or any other endeavor. It suggests that for anything to stand the test of time and withstand external pressures, a solid foundation is necessary. Without a strong and stable base, any efforts put into constructing the superstructure will not be sustainable or reliable. It underlines the significance of starting with a firm and well-established groundwork that can support and nurture the growth and success of the final product.

By Gordon B. Hinckley
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