Thoughts are like seeds which we cast from us, not heeding the fact that each one is carried by some psychic wind to its appointed spot in our future path, there to grow to flower and fruit. Our everyday course is overgrown with the thorny tangle of forgotten thought, and our only nourishment at times is its horrible fruit; our senses are sickened by its flowers, malodorous, and revolting to the sight. Yet we needs must walk in our appointed track; to turn aside in hope of escape would be to walk in the Way of Death. The bad we think of others does them not matter since they are kept to ourselves—bring forth the untoward circumstances that we are bemoaning, maybe, today.
From now, then guard your thoughts. For if it is true that yesterday's wrong thought gives birth to the trials of today, it is equally certain that today's right-thinking will generate joy for the morrow. Control your thoughts; let them be of love, joy, peace, gentleness, goodness, faith; then you will deserve all the happiness that they breed, produced by that law which works with mathematical certainty and absolute justice—"Whatsoever ye sow, that shall ye also reap." The sowing is hard sometimes but