Tag: thoughts

  • 432

    A space of quiet happens joyously to your shoulder like a butterfly and perfectly pulls you from your thoughts. Placed once more to the road you belong, the moment is unnerving, the outlook is grand. You have only to its calling keep this time.

  • 301

    He who uses well his time and enjoys his work, sees little value in vacation. A man, in this sense, can save his day with a walk.

  • 252

    He paid for his perception, and earned his silence; well knows the struggle of all who would rise to their yesterdays. Courage now is day by day, and strains he his meditations above the clouds that mantle his mood, which spread to his exquisite rapier glare. To none nor himself would kneel. Vision deep and […]

  • 248

    But thoughts and words. How lives a man day by day?

  • 228

    It is by might of conscious influence that a man can improve or deteriorate any days condition. You can not subdue your thoughts but their effect, and this alone is within your grip.

  • 161: That within the mind’s authority

    Yet, true for some as it is for you, that to whatever place by incident are you drawn always seems the only place could have, as what happens there as happens must. And if convinced by displays which present themselves initially without further investigation, these events would suggest a foreordination since the very opening trice. […]

  • 124: When it rains

    It arrives odd hours my sweeping inspirations; a torrential outpouring that, warrantless rains hard with no remark to my good pattern and springs me from recess semi-witted, into duty. A catch or two o’ the break would keep me in high cheer and portly health for days, and so fretting about the cabin, sought a […]

  • 119: Wet the day

    ”Ye province of revolutions lure; preserving heights where ecstasy brews, Of relic agreements furious homecoming, riding hymns of deep-set change, Savage and sweeping the entire. Instincts bowed to primal charms palpable loom.” As though with impatience pregnant at the oppression, the sun rushed from a corner early and determined, finding differently few or none with […]

  • 114: Going

    This is the last night in your own bed for some time, and there is an alveolus melancholy unfolds your repose; when strange pillows will nestle ambling thoughts. But you’ve craved long this new trouble, like secrets of saccharose, and must let wash over you its mastery implied. The stars now will hold your dreams, […]

  • 96

    It required no less than three separate walks today to reestablish good physical vigour and a more charitable mood, than otherwise would have succeeded sedentarily. New and curious, and I dare say, nearer to ones innateness are the thoughts and resolutions that unsought, will gently approach if the avenues are unfamiliar and no station fixed […]