The Miracle of Right Thought

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T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1910 - 339 من الصفحات

The Miracle of Right Thought by Orison Swett Marden, first published in 1910, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation.

Restoration Editors' mission is to bring long out of print manuscripts back to life. Some smudges, annotations or unclear text may still exist, due to permanent damage to the original work. We believe the literary significance of the text justifies offering this reproduction, allowing a new generation to appreciate it.

 

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الصفحة 291 - You never can tell what your thoughts will do, In bringing you hate or love; For thoughts are things, and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universe — Each thing must create its kind; And they speed o'er the track to bring you back Whatever went out from your mind.
الصفحة 15 - Our mental attitude, our heart's desire, is our perpetual prayer which Nature answers. She takes it for granted that we desire what we are headed toward, and she helps us to it. People little realize that their desires are their perpetual prayers — not head prayers, but heart prayers — and that they are granted.
الصفحة 27 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea. I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways And what Is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter If I stand alone?
الصفحة 291 - WE scatter seeds with careless hand, And dream we ne'er shall see them more ; But for a thousand years Their fruit appears, In weeds that mar the land, Or healthful store. The deeds we do, the words we say, — Into still air they seem to fleet, We count them ever past ; But they shall last, — In the dread judgment they And we shall meet.
الصفحة 123 - Tis easy enough to be pleasant When life flows by like a song. But the man worth while Is the man with a smile When everything goes dead wrong.
الصفحة 243 - Only a thought — but the work it wrought Could never by tongue or pen be taught ; For it ran through a life, like a thread of gold ; And the life bore fruit a hundred fold.
الصفحة 46 - To be ambitious for wealth and yet always expecting to be poor, to be always doubting your ability to get what you long for, is like trying to reach East by travelling West. There is no philosophy which will help a man to succeed when he is always doubting his ability to do so, and thus attracting failure.
الصفحة 331 - Never affirm or repeat about your health what you do not wish to be true. Do not dwell upon your ailments nor study your symptoms. Never allow yourself to be convinced that you are not complete master of yourself. Stoutly affirm your own superiority over bodily ills, and do not acknowledge yourself the slave of an inferior power.
الصفحة 28 - The stars come nightly to the sky: The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me.
الصفحة 123 - The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping on that minor chord, disease. Say you are well, or all is well with you, And God shall hear your words and make them true.

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