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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.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Associate reverently, as much as you can, with your loftiest thoughts.
Associate reverently, as much as you can, with your loftiest thoughts.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
I've known countless people who were reservoirs of learning, yet never had a thought.
I've known countless people who were reservoirs of learning, yet never had a thought.
Great thoughts reduced to practice become great acts.
Great thoughts reduced to practice become great acts.
Whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.
Whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.
It is better to light 1 candle
than to curse the darkness.
It is better to light 1 candle
than to curse the darkness.