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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.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.
The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
What we think, we become.
What we think, we become.
It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, read more
It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, theres no knowing where you might be swept off to.
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.
Eat thou not the bread of him that hath an evil eye, neither
desire thou his dainty meats:
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Eat thou not the bread of him that hath an evil eye, neither
desire thou his dainty meats:
For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith
he to thee; but his heart is not with thee.
