I thought it would appear / That there had been a lady in the case.

The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind!

Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.

The power of Thought,--the magic of the Mind!

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.