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

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

Few people think more than two or three times a year; I have made an international reputation for myself by thinking once or twice a week.

There’s a part of you – the born-again part, your spirit – that’s dead to sin. That’s why it bothers you now when you sin. The ‚wilderness‘ part of you – your soul – is your unrenewed mind, out-of-control emotions, and stubborn will.

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

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

I’m aware that, whatever the circumstances, there will always be speculation about me.

Our minds work in real time, which begins at the Big Bang and will end, if there is a Big Crunch – which seems unlikely, now, from the latest data showing accelerating expansion. Consciousness would come to an end at a singularity.

What a waste it is to lose one’s mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is.

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it’s there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

If you look at our current technology level, something strange has to happen to civilisations, and I mean strange in a bad way. And it could be that there are a whole lot of dead, one-planet civilisations.

To my mathematical brain, the numbers alone make thinking about aliens perfectly rational. The real challenge is to work out what aliens might actually be like.

I don’t digest things with my mind.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Especially for those of us who lived in single cells, you had the time to sit down and think, and we discovered that sitting down just to think is one of the best ways of keeping yourself fresh and able, to be able to address the problems facing you, and you had the opportunity, also, of examining your past.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

I cannot discover that anyone knows enough to say definitely what is and what is not possible.

I understand a ship to be made for the carrying and preservation of the cargo, and so long as the ship can be saved, with the cargo, it should never be abandoned. This Union likewise should never be abandoned unless it fails and the possibility of its preservation shall cease to exist, without throwing passengers and cargo overboard.

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.

The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

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

I grew up in a rural area called Vega Baja and I’m the first of so many talented people in this area to make it out. I take great pride to represent where I come from and I am able to show my fans, and everyone who listens and watches me, that anything is possible.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one’s family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one’s own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.

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.

Religious bondage shackles and debilitates the mind and unfits it for every noble enterprise, every expanded prospect.

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

No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

It is clear to everyone that astronomy at all events compels the soul to look upwards, and draws it from the things of this world to the other.

A lot of people, because of my contempt for the false consolations of religion, think of me as a symbolic public opponent of that in extremis. And sometimes that makes me feel a bit alarmed, to be the repository of other people’s hope.

A flippant, frivolous man may ridicule others, may controvert them, scorn them; but he who has any respect for himself seems to have renounced the right of thinking meanly of others.

A feeble body weakens the mind.

There are no limitations to the mind except those we acknowledge.

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

To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else’s type of thinking.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

The senses are of the earth, the reason stands apart from them in contemplation.

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

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.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

You can’t keep your mind on fighting when you’re thinking about a woman. You can’t keep your concentration. You feel like sleeping all the time.

Religion and science are the two conjugated faces or phases of one and the same complete act of knowledge – the only one which can embrace the past and future of evolution and so contemplate, measure and fulfil them.

He had read much, if one considers his long life; but his contemplation was much more than his reading. He was wont to say that if he had read as much as other men he should have known no more than other men.

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.

True wealth is not of the pocket, but of the heart and of the mind.

Why does your mind conform? Have you ever asked? Are you aware that you are conforming to a pattern? It doesn’t matter what that pattern is, whether you have established a pattern for yourself or it has been established for you.

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.

Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

Time travel used to be thought of as just science fiction, but Einstein’s general theory of relativity allows for the possibility that we could warp space-time so much that you could go off in a rocket and return before you set out.

To me the ego is the habitual and compulsive thought processes that go through everybody’s mind continuously. External things like possessions or memories or failures or successes or achievements. Your personal history.

Natural abilities can almost compensate for the want of every kind of cultivation, but no cultivation of the mind can make up for the want of natural abilities.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

Most people are unable to write because they are unable to think, and they are unable to think because they congenitally lack the equipment to do so, just as they congenitally lack the equipment to fly over the moon.

Those who want the Government to regulate matters of the mind and spirit are like men who are so afraid of being murdered that they commit suicide to avoid assassination.

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.

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

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.