Our thoughts make us. They are the silent builders on the ‘temple of character’ which we are constructing. They give color and form to the whole building. If we think purely and truly, we are rearing up a holy fabric. If our thoughts are evil, the fabric that is rising within us is blemished.
The inner and the outer life will always correspond in the end. A bad heart–will work through to the surface. If a man’s life is righteous, you know his thoughts are holy. Unholy thoughts will never yield righteousness in conduct.
Thoughts seem mere nothings; flecks of cloud flying through the air; flocks of birds flitting by, and gone. But they are the most real things about our life. All things we do–are thoughts first. Our thoughts fly out like birds, and take their place in the world. Then our heart is still their home-nest, where they will return at last to dwell.