I Love The Night

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  “It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk, and left the quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister — conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for childish human ears to catch the sound. They awe us, these strange stars, so cold, so clear. We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not; and, standing where the echoing dome spans the long vista of the shadowy light, glance up, half hoping, half afraid to see some awful vision hovering there. And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays ...

"As a man thinks . . . "

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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)