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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.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
One thought fills immensity.
One thought fills immensity.
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.
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.
The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.
The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.
