Thoughts I Met on the Highway

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Title: Thoughts I Met on the Highway
Author: Ralph Waldo Trine
Release Date: May 15, 2006 [EBook #18392]
Language: English
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Thoughts I Met On the Highway
Words Of Friendly Cheer?From "The Life Books"
By?Ralph Waldo Trine
New York?Dodd, Mead & Company?1919
Copyright 1912?By Ralph Waldo Trine

BY RALPH WALDO TRINE
"The Life Books"
IN THE HOLLOW OF HIS HAND?THE NEW ALINEMENT OF LIFE?THE LAND OF LIVING MEN?WHAT ALL THE WORLD'S A-SEEKING?IN TUNE WITH THE INFINITE;?or Fullness of Peace, Power and Plenty?THE HIGHER POWERS OF MIND AND SPIRIT.?THIS MYSTICAL LIFE OF OURS?A volume of selections for each week through the year,?from the Author's complete works.
The "Life" Booklets
ON THE OPEN ROAD?THOUGHTS I MET ON THE HIGHWAY?THE WINNING OF THE BEST?THE GREATEST THING EVER KNOWN?EVERY LIVING CREATURE?CHARACTER-BUILDING THOUGHT POWER
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY?NEW YORK

Thoughts are forces--like builds like and like attracts like. Thoughts of strength both build strength from within and attract it from without. Thoughts of weakness actualize weakness from within and attract it from without. Courage begets strength, fear begets weakness. And so courage begets success, fear begets failure.

Any way the old world goes?Happy be the weather!?With the red thorn or the rose?Singin' all together!?Don't you see that sky o' blue!?Good Lord painted it for you
Reap the daisies in the dew?Singin' all together!?Springtime sweet, an' frosty fall?Happy be the weather!?Earth has gardens for us all,?Goin' on together.
Sweet the labor in the light,?To the harvest's gold and white--?Till the toilers say "Good night,"?Singin' all together!

There is no quality that exerts more good, is of greater service to all mankind during the course of the ordinary life, than the mind and the heart that goes out in an all-embracing love for all, that is the generator and the circulator of a genuine, hearty, wholesome sympathy and courage and good cheer, that is not disturbed or upset by the passing occurrence little or great, but that is serene, tranquil, and conquering to the end, that is looking for the best, that is finding the best, and that is inspiring the best in all. There is moreover, no quality that when genuine brings such rich returns to its possessor by virtue of the thoughts and the feelings that it inspires and calls forth from others and that come back laden with their peaceful, stimulating, healthful influences for you.

Out of the night that covers me,?Black as the Pit from pole to pole,?I thank whatever gods may be?For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance?I have not winced nor cried aloud.?Under the bludgeoning of chance?My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears?Looms but the horror of the shade,?And yet the menace of the years?Finds and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate?How charged with punishment the scroll,?I am the master of my fate;?I am the captain of my soul.
_William Earnest Henley_

Thought is the great builder in human life: it is the determining factor. Continually think thoughts that are good, and your life will show forth in goodness, and your body in health and beauty. Continually think evil thoughts, and your life will show forth in evil, and your body in weakness and repulsiveness. Think thoughts of love, and you will love and will be loved. Think thoughts of hatred, and you will hate and will be hated. Each follows its kind.

Every day is a fresh beginning,?Every morning is the world made new;?You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,?Here is a beautiful hope for you,?A hope for me and a hope for you.
All the past things are past and over,?The tasks are done, and the tears are shed.?Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover;?Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled,?Are healed with the healing which night has shed.
Every day is a fresh beginning,?Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,?And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,?And puzzles forecasted, and possible pain,?Take heart with the day and begin again.

Each morning is a fresh beginning. We are, as it were, just beginning life. We have it _entirely_ in our own hands. And when the morning with its fresh beginning comes, all yesterdays should be yesterdays, with which we have nothing to do. Sufficient is it to know that the way we lived our yesterday has determined for us our today. And, again, when the morning with its fresh beginning comes, all tomorrows should be tomorrows, with which we have nothing