How does the poet transform his banal thoughts (are not most thoughts banal?) into such stunning forms, into beauty?
The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
Thoughts become perception, perception becomes reality. Alter your thoughts, alter your reality.
Transform your world by transforming your internal state. Start by learning to let go of negative self judgment, and replace it with positive and loving thoughts about yourself. Be kind to yourself, and watch your external world change.
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there.
All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.
Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.
The greater the prevalence of positive thoughts, the more likely you are to receive a positive outcome.
Our thoughts, or in other words, our state of mind, is ever at work 'fixing up' things good or bad in advance.
Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.
We cannot use our thoughts and feelings as a standard: only God’s Word is the test.
Observe your thoughts, don't believe them.
We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
Meditation means cleansing the mirror, dropping thoughts, letting thoughts disappear, attaining to moments when thinking ceases. And those are the most blissful moments in life. Once you have tasted a single moment of no-thought, you have taken a great leap into truth; then things will become more and more easy every day.
I tried to write poems in rhyme. I tried writing songs. Sometimes I jotted down a thought. I would keep a log of spontaneous thoughts.
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us.
We must love our friend so much that she shall be associated with our purest and holiest thoughts alone.
As long as we believe our thoughts, there will always be war.
It is by acts (actions) and not by ideas (mere thoughts) that people [really] live.
What a person thinks on his own without being stimulated by the thoughts and experiences of the other people is even in the best case rather paltry and monotonous.