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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.
Associate reverently, as much as you can, with your loftiest thoughts.
Associate reverently, as much as you can, with your loftiest thoughts.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Thought once awakened does not again slumber.
Thought once awakened does not again slumber.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
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.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
