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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.
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.
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.
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.
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
A library is thought in cold storage.
A library is thought in cold storage.
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.
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.
