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.

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.

Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more

Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!

I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their read more

I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

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.

The kings of modern thought are dumb.

The kings of modern thought are dumb.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

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.

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.