Thoughts I Met on the Highway

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Title: Thoughts I Met on the Highway
Author: Ralph Waldo Trine
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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,