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As A Man Thinketh’ is an ideal read for all those who find peace, solace and motivation in inspirational books. It is the second work of author James Allen and can be considered as a remarkable achievement and a mile stone in his career. As A Man Thinketh will be a priced possession for all the inspirational readers, speakers and thinkers.

Book is the end result of enormous research, analysis and development done by the author James Allen. At the end of her entire research, she drives to the conclusion that a man is the result of his or her own thoughts. Your positive and constructive thoughts can make you touch epitome of success while negative and destructive thoughts can land you at the zenith of failure and depression. Basically, your thoughts are the food for your action and in turn, your actions decide what your destiny will be. Author explains the entire concept of relation between human psychologies, construction of path for the journey called life and ultimately destiny of any human being in a clear and lucid manner.

Second most important point covered by the author by means of this book is that every human being is responsible for the construction of his or her future. We often tend to blame circumstances, friends, family, colleagues or other secondary reasons which may have direct or indirect contribution in our success or failure. But we forget that it is us and only us who can be the architect of our success or future. If we have an optimistic approach towards life, then energies in the entire cosmos supports our cause and pave way for our success.

The book is mainly inspired by Buddhist philosophy of life. As per Buddhist scriptures and monks, it is believed that life of a man is the fruit of his or her own thoughts which in turn becomes his or her action.

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Gandhiji believed that character building on the part of every single individual is the only sure foundation for nation building. Students of his philosophy of life who would like to have an idea of his Rule for self-culture would do well first of all to read Appendices A and B in this book. They should then pass on to a study of From Yeravda Mandir — Ashram Observances and of the present volume, and at last dip into Appendix C, which is Gandhiji’s last will and testament in so far as Ashram life is concerned.

The pure celestial deities may be passed over in this treatise and those alone will be noticed who have anything to do in the arena of human life in their ordinary spheres. The astrological bodies again will not come under my review. There are both benign and malign spirits as well as indifferent ones. Some of the spirits exercise double functions, while others do not. It is a striking fact that the generality of the Assamese spirits are malignant.

“It is a magazine whose stories will anticipate the super-scientific achievements of To-morrow—whose stories will not only be strictly accurate in their science but will be vividly, dramatically and thrillingly told. Already we have secured stories by some of the finest writers of fantasy in the world—men such as Ray Cummings, Murray Leinster, Captain S. P. Meek, Harl Vincent, R. F. Starzl and Victor Rousseau.” -Introduction

Kate Chopin born Katherine O’Flaherty; (February 8, 1850 – August 22, 1904) was an American author of short stories and novels based in Louisiana.

At the Mountains of Madness is a science fiction-horror novella by American author H. P. Lovecraft, written in February/March 1931 and rejected that year by Weird Tales editor Farnsworth Wright on the grounds of its length.

One rainy morning in the month of March, a young man, carefully wrapped in his cloak, stood under the awning of a shop opposite this old house, which he was studying with the enthusiasm of an antiquary. In point of fact, this relic of the civic life of the sixteenth century offered more than one problem to the consideration of an observer. Each story presented some singularity; on the first floor four tall, narrow windows, close together, were filled as to the lower panes with boards, so as to produce the doubtful light by which a clever salesman can ascribe to his goods the color his customers inquire for. The young man seemed very scornful of this part of the house; his eyes had not yet rested on it. The windows of the second floor, where the Venetian blinds were drawn up, revealing little dingy muslin curtains behind the large Bohemian glass panes, did not interest him either.

“Several of the more prominent English teachers, however, expressed a wish for a group of narratives simpler, more direct, and filled with incidents of a commoner and more elemental experience—such as would make an immediate appeal to a younger class of readers. I have accordingly made the selections for this second volume of Atlantic Narratives with this particular request in mind. At the same time that I have discarded the subtler and more analytical themes, I have held rigorously to the demand for genuine literary excellence and artistic technique. Discriminating critics will agree that for a writer to limit himself to the narrower confines of the simple and the commonplace and the elemental, may, in particular cases, demand even a finer grace and a higher technique.” -Introduction

A great many passages in this book testify to Charles Fillmore’s persistent interest in what is popularly called atomic energy and the promise held out by its development of a better world for mankind.

“Mr. Liveing’s story is very well told. It is a simple and most vivid account of a modern battle. No better account has been written in England since the war began.” -Introduction by John Massfeild

“It is customary at the close of a Preface to make some acknowledgment of the services rendered by others in the preparation of a volume; but in my case this aid has been so generous, so abundant, and so helpful, that I must reverse the order of things and begin by saying that my heartiest thanks are due to the many who have assisted me in a work which for many years has been my dream.” -Preface

For some time much has been said, in England and on the Continent, concerning “Positivism” and “the Positive Philosophy.” Those phrases, which during the life of the eminent thinker who introduced them had made their way into no writings or discussions but those of his very few direct disciples, have emerged from the depths and manifested themselves on the surface of the philosophy of the age. It is not very widely known what they represent, but it is understood that they represent something.

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It seems proper that I should prefix to the following biographical sketch some mention of the reasons which have made me think it desirable that I should leave behind me such a memorial of so uneventful a life as mine. I do not for a moment imagine that any part of what I have to relate can be interesting to the public as a narrative or as being connected with myself. But I have thought that in an age in which education and its improvement are the subject of more, if not of profounder, study than at any former period of English history, it may be useful that there should be some record of an education which was unusual and remarkable, and which, whatever else it may have done, has proved how much more than is commonly supposed may be taught, and well taught, in those early years which, in the common modes of what is called instruction, are little better than wasted.

The picture is clear before me of the day I first walked. My mother, a handsome, cold-eyed woman, who did not love me, had driven out from town to nurse’s cottage. I shut my eyes, and I am back in the little parlour with its spindle chairs, an old-fashioned piano with green silk front, its pink-flowered wall-paper, and the two wonderful black-and-white dogs on the mantelpiece. There were two pictures I loved to gaze upon—Robert Emmett in the dock, and Mary Stuart saying farewell to France. I do not remember my mother’s coming or going. Memory begins to work from the moment nurse put me on a pair of unsteady legs.

Autobiography of a Yogi introduces the reader to the life of Paramahansa Yogananda and his encounters with spiritual figures of both the East and West. The book begins with his childhood family life, to finding his guru, to becoming a monk and establishing his teachings of Kriya Yoga meditation. The book continues in 1920 when Yogananda accepts an invitation to speak in a religious congress in Boston, Massachusetts, USA. He then travels across America lecturing and establishing his teachings in Los Angeles, California. In 1935 he returns to India for a yearlong visit. When he returns to America, he continues to establish his teachings, including writing this book.

The book is an introduction to the methods of attaining God-realization and to the spiritual thought of the East, which had only been available to a few in 1946. The author claims that the writing of the book was prophesied long ago by the nineteenth-century master Lahiri Mahasaya.

Writers of that day recorded with a great deal of particularity the experimenting with boilers, engines, machinery and carriages, and the promoting of companies for the transportation of passengers and the hauling of goods. Modern students and historians of this subject find themselves greatly indebted to the writers of that epoch, like Gordon, Herbert and others, who preserved, with such painstaking care, for future generations, as well as for their own time, the account of the lives and labors of such men as Watt, Trevithick, Maceroni, Hancock and others. Every modern work upon this subject draws generously from those sources.

All our lives my father treated his sons and daughters as companions. When we were not with him he wrote to us constantly. Everything that we did we discussed with him whenever it was possible. All his children tried to live up to his principles. In the paragraphs from his letters below, he speaks often of the citizens of this country as “our people.” It is for all these, equally with us, that the messages are intended.

Bapu’s betrothal with Ba took place when Bapu was only six and Ba seven. The actual marriage came off when he was thirteen years of age. Thus, they lived a long married life of sixty-two years. This means that Ba alone of all persons had the unique opportunity to see and understand Bapu’s life in all its completeness – both at its weakest and strongest. She was a close witness of Bapu’s spiritual progress from overindulgence in sensual pleasure to perfect brahmacharya. When he made a resolve to observe brahmacharya she readily accepted it as her own. Her noblest virtue, to quote Bapu’s words, was this that ‘she was never the temptress.’ Thus, as his partner in the performance of life’s duty Ba played the role of a real helpmate in the making of Bapu’s life. She never came in the way of Bapu’s efforts for his spiritual progress. Writing about it in his Autobiography Bapu says: “Willingly or unwillingly, consciously or unconsciously, she has considered herself blessed in following in my foot-steps and has never stood in the way of my endeavour to lead a life of restraint.” —From the Book

Babbitt’, first published in 1922, is a novel by Sinclair Lewis. Largely a satire of American culture, society and behavior, it critiques the vacuity of middle-class American life and its pressure toward conformity. Sinclair Lewis received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1930 for this book.

Several years ago I stood beside a cot in a hunter’s cabin in the heart of the Bitter Root Mountains in Idaho, after a three days’ ride, and watched a valuable young life go out as the result of an unattended compound fracture of the thigh. At another time I amputated a leg to prevent the spread of gangrene from a simple cut across the instep while the camper was splitting wood, an accident which, properly treated, would have resulted at most only in a slight inconvenience. Once again, I transformed my boat into a funeral barge and conveyed a young man who had only been in10 the water three minutes back to his sorrowing parents dead, because his companions were ignorant of how to resuscitate him.

The Essays, which are ten in number, abound with condensed thought and practical wisdom, neatly, pressly, and weightily stated, and, like all his early works, are simple, without imagery. They are written in his favorite style of aphorisms, although each essay is apparently a continued work, and without that love of antithesis and false glitter to which truth and justness of thought are frequently sacrificed by the writers of maxims. from this Book

The present volume is not a record of original work, nor is it a text-book for the laboratory. This book is of a less technical nature. It is an attempt, in response to the editor of the series, to set forth a popular scientific statement of our present knowledge of bacteria.