The mere thought hadn’t even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun.

Facts are to the mind what food is to the body.

I have been influenced in my thinking by both west and east.

All women have a perception much more developed than men. So all women somehow, being repressed for so many millennia, they ended up by developing this sixth sense and contemplation and love. And this is something that we have a hard time to accept as part of our society.

The probability of apocalypse soon cannot be realistically estimated, but it is surely too high for any sane person to contemplate with equanimity.

When a man asks himself what is meant by action he proves that he isn’t a man of action. Action is a lack of balance. In order to act you must be somewhat insane. A reasonably sensible man is satisfied with thinking.

Nothing is more gratifying to the mind of man than power or dominion.

Knowledge of the past and of the places of the earth is the ornament and food of the mind of man.

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

Will power is to the mind like a strong blind man who carries on his shoulders a lame man who can see.

My theory of evolution is that Darwin was adopted.

The Mind that lies fallow but a single Day, sprouts up in Follies that are only to be killed by a constant and assiduous Culture.

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.

As for gun control advocates, I have no hope whatever that any facts whatever will make the slightest dent in their thinking – or lack of thinking.

In the dim background of mind we know what we ought to be doing but somehow we cannot start.

Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can’t really understand why it doesn’t obsess everyone – I think it does really, I’m just a little more out about it.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Science is a way of thinking much more than it is a body of knowledge.

The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes – ah, they have all the necessary leisure.

The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.

One man that has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven’t and don’t.

Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.

A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue.

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.

Thoughts are fine when you don’t confuse them with who you are, and then thoughts are not a problem. Thinking is a wonderful tool to create things in this world. It only becomes problematic and a source of suffering when you confuse thinking with who you are.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace.

My speculation is that the U.S. does not want to establish the principle that it has to defer to some higher authority before carrying out the use of violence.

Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking.

Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and – since there is no other metaphor – also the soul.

Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.

It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.

Who would set a limit to the mind of man? Who would dare assert that we know all there is to be known?

Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.

Can the mind see the truth of its own incapacity to know the unknown? Surely if I see very clearly that my mind cannot know the unknown, there is absolute quietness.

I am rather inclined to silence.

One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life… Learn deeply of the Mind and its mystery, for therein lies the secret of immortality.

I had rather believe all the Fables in the Legend, and the Talmud, and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a Mind.

Thinking is a wonderful tool if it’s applied. Thinking, however, can not become the master. Thinking is a very bad master. If you’re dominated by thinking then your life becomes very restricted.

There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.

Here’s something that’s contrary to popular belief: I actually don’t like thinking. I think people think I like to think a lot. And I don’t. I do not like to think at all.

We are not without empathetic terror when we open Pascal’s ‚Pensees‘ and read, ‚I am the great silent spaces between worlds.‘

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Sometimes I think we’re alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we’re not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.

Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering – because you can’t take it in all at once.

Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer.

Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.

There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.

What a terrible thing to have lost one’s mind. Or not to have a mind at all. How true that is.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.