The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

There are glimpses of heaven to us in every act, or thought, or word, that raises us above ourselves.

There are glimpses of heaven to us in every act, or thought, or word, that raises us above ourselves.

What was once thought can never be unthought.

What was once thought can never be unthought.

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; read more

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.

There is no delight in owning anything unshared.

There is no delight in owning anything unshared.

I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted read more

I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

The "art of tea" is a spiritual force for us to share

The "art of tea" is a spiritual force for us to share

It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.

It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.