Thoughts are things. Man alone of all creatures of earth, can change his thought pattern and become the architect of his destiny. This means that as a man thinketh in his heart so is he. That may mean that as he thinketh, so does he. Easy to see how it leads to architecture. What you do results in what you become.
Blaise Pascal said that the heart has its reason the reason knows not of. Makes one wonder how a person would not understand his or her own heart. Trying to reason it out
Might indeed lead to a void of understanding since motives might be unclear but it looks like motives reside in the heart rather than the reason.
I like sitting where I now sit because the room is full of books. The majority of the books in this room would not lead to bad thoughts.
No question that thoughts have consequences. It seems so simple and yet it can be such a challenge.
Thoughts are Things
I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings;
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or it woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet, so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate.
Choose, then, they destiny and wait.
For love rings love and hate brings hate.
Blaise Pascal said that the heart has its reason the reason knows not of. Makes one wonder how a person would not understand his or her own heart. Trying to reason it out
Might indeed lead to a void of understanding since motives might be unclear but it looks like motives reside in the heart rather than the reason.
I like sitting where I now sit because the room is full of books. The majority of the books in this room would not lead to bad thoughts.
No question that thoughts have consequences. It seems so simple and yet it can be such a challenge.
Thoughts are Things
I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings;
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or it woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet, so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate.
Choose, then, they destiny and wait.
For love rings love and hate brings hate.
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