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What we think, we become.
What we think, we become.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
Thought is borne of failure.
Thought is borne of failure.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought read more
No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
One thought fills immensity.
One thought fills immensity.
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.
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 things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, read more
When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better.
