It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal, like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
Our life is what our thoughts make it.
The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.
Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
