Sunday, January 22, 2012

Thought begat thought


January 22.

My thoughts are my company. They have a certain individuality and separate existence, aye, personality.


Certainly it is a distinct profession to rescue from oblivion the sentiments and thoughts which visit all men more or less generally. Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid.

January 22, 2020


Thoughts accidentally thrown together become a frame in which more may be developed and exhibited.  

Having by chance recorded a few disconnected thoughts and then brought them into juxtaposition, they suggest a whole new field in which it was possible to labor and to think. The contemplation of the unfinished picture may suggest its harmonious completion.


Perhaps this is the main value of a habit of writing, of keeping a journal, - that so we remember our best hours and stimulate ourselves.  Thought begat thought.


To set down such choice experiences that my own writings inspire me and at last may make wholes of parts.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 22, 1852

Keeping a journal, - that so we remember our best hours and stimulate ourselves. See July 13, 1852 ("A journal, a book that shall contain a record of all your joy, your ecstasy.")

To set down such choice experiences that my own writings may inspire me and at last I may make wholes of parts.

Certainly it is a distinct profession to rescue from oblivion and to fix the sentiments and thoughts which visit all men more or less generally, that the contemplation of the unfinished picture may suggest its harmonious completion.

Associate reverently and as much as you can with your loftiest thoughts.

Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid.

Thoughts accident ally thrown together become a frame in which more may be developed and exhibited.

Perhaps this is the main value of a habit of writing, of keeping a journal, — that so we remember our best hours and stimulate ourselves.

My thoughts are my company.

They have a certain individuality and separate existence, aye, personality.

Having by chance recorded a few disconnected thoughts and then brought them into juxtaposition, they suggest a whole new field in which it was possible to labor and to think.

Thought begat thought.

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