What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er read more

What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
The blight of life--the demon Thought.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their read more

I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

The thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of read more

The thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of any we have.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and an invisible labour.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and an invisible labour.

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.

When thought becomes excessively painful, action is the finest remedy.

When thought becomes excessively painful, action is the finest remedy.