To-morrow let us do or die.

To-morrow let us do or die.

Upon the cunning loom of thought
We weave our fancies, so and so.

Upon the cunning loom of thought
We weave our fancies, so and so.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that read more

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of read more

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Let us do or die.

Let us do or die.

Nothing happens until something moves.

Nothing happens until something moves.

One thought fills immensity.

One thought fills immensity.