The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism, a pensioner, as it were, who dwells with the body.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is separate from us, all which Philosophy distinguishes as the ‚Not Me,‘ that is, both nature and art, all other men and my own body, must be ranked under this name, ‚Nature.‘

Divorce is probably of nearly the same date as marriage. I believe, however, that marriage is some weeks the more ancient.

I just have a relationship with my imagination. It’s like my friend, almost.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.

Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It’s a real emotional ride.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

You are a child of the sun, you come from the sun, and that is something true with the Earth also… your relationship with the Earth is so deep, and the Earth is in you and this is something not very difficult, much less difficult then philosophy.

My relationship with the mountains actually started when I was 16. Every year, a group used to be taken from Auckland Grammar down to the Tangariro National Park for a skiing holiday.

But with Christ, we have access in a one-to-one relationship, for, as in the Old Testament, it was more one of worship and awe, a vertical relationship. The New Testament, on the other hand, we look across at a Jesus who looks familiar, horizontal. The combination is what makes the Cross.

‚Love Story‘ is actually about a guy that I almost dated. But when I introduced him to my family and my friends, they all said they didn’t like him. All of them!

Take my wife… Please!

There is no physical law precluding particles from being organised in ways that perform even more advanced computations than the arrangements of particles in human brains.

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

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.

I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.

Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.

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 like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.

God and I have a great relationship, but we both see other people.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.

There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever.

The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.

I kept a very full diary of my relationship with Nixon, for some strange reason, until he became president.

Everything we touch in our daily lives, including our body, is a miracle. By putting the kingdom of god in the right place, it shows us it is possible to live happily right here, right now.

I can’t deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you. It’s a conscious thing; it’s a common-sense thing.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

The brain is a muscle, and I’m a kind of body-builder.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

Your body has space within you that cannot die.

I think the worst part about a breakup sometimes, if one could choose a worst part, would possibly be if you get out of a relationship, and you don’t recognize yourself because you changed a lot about you.

We have communion with Christ in His thoughts, views, and purposes; for His thoughts are our thoughts according to our capacity and sanctity. Believers take the same view of matters as Jesus does; that which pleases Him pleases them, and that which grieves His grieves them also.

I read so much stuff that black women say, especially about my relationship. ‚Oh, he left his black wife to go be with some exotic chick.‘ First of all, my girl is black: she’s Jamaican.

There is but one way for a president to deal with Congress, and that is continuously, incessantly, and without interruption. If it is really going to work, the relationship has got to be almost incestuous.

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

I’m such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own.

I think the brain is essentially a computer and consciousness is like a computer program. It will cease to run when the computer is turned off. Theoretically, it could be re-created on a neural network, but that would be very difficult, as it would require all one’s memories.

There are certain nights you and your image just aren’t in the same bed.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.

The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.

I’m 31 now. I think I’m beginning to understand what life is, what romance is, and what a relationship means.

Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.

Truth, according to the Christian faith, is God’s love for us in Jesus Christ. Therefore, truth is a relationship.

I’m afraid the SS’s relationship with the Catholic Church is something the Church still has to deal with and does not deny.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

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

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?