Overheard On A Saltmarsh

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  Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me. No. Give them me. Give them me. No. Then I will howl all night in the reeds, Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so? They are better than stars or water, Better than voices of winds that sing, Better than any man's fair daughter, Your green glass beads on a silver ring. Hush, I stole them out of the moon. Give me your beads, I want them. No. I will howl in the deep lagoon For your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them. No. - Harold Monro (1879 - 1932)

"As a man thinks . . . "

Proverbs 23:7
  • כִּי כְּמֹו־שָׁעַר בְּנַפְשֹׁו כֶּן־הוּא
  • "For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he" (KJV)
  • "For as he thinks within himself, so he is" (NASB)
  • "for he is the kind of person who is always thinking about the cost" (NIV)
  • "for he is like one who is inwardly reckoning" (RSV)
  • "For as one that hath reckoned within himself, so is he" (Tanakh, 1917)
"A man is what he thinks about all day long." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"A man is but the product of his thoughts; what he thinks, he becomes." (Ghandi)

“A man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.” (James Allen)

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