The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet. Then all things are at risk. It is as when a conflagration has broken out in a great city, and no man knows what is safe, or where it will end. There is not a piece of science, but its flank may be turned to-morrow; there is not any literary reputation, not the so-called eternal names of fame, that may not be revised and condemned. The very hopes of man, the thoughts of his heart, the religion of nations, the manners and morals of mankind, are all at the mercy of a new generalization. Generalization is always a new influx of the divinity into the mind. Hence the thrill that attends it.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
'What is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'
All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
To penetrate and dissipate these clouds of darkness, the general mind must be strengthened by education.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.
I like to hike with my dog, Webster. It helps clear my mind.
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
In bed at night, I could be reading some book, and I'll come across a sentence that's totally unrelated to some scene I did years ago. But I'll play the scene back in my mind and think, I did that wrong - I should've opened the door more slowly.
Webster and I are very aloof. The two of us go and sit there by ourselves. I sit by myself in the corner with my book and the newspaper. He kind of runs around a little bit, and then he goes and sits on top of the picnic table. He never plays with other little dogs.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
My mind withdrew its thoughts from experience, extracting itself from the contradictory throng of sensuous images, that it might find out what that light was wherein it was bathed... And thus, with the flash of one hurried glance, it attained to the vision of That Which Is.
At some point, I would like to write a book and other things, but I work best when there is some sort of deadline in my own mind, but not when fifty people or fifty million people are breathing down the back of my neck.
Great thoughts speak only to the thoughtful mind, but great actions speak to all mankind.
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.
One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.
Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new at all.
When it comes to consideration of how to do well in running the city, which must proceed entirely through justice and soundness of mind.
To unfold the secret laws and relations of those high faculties of thought by which all beyond the merely perceptive knowledge of the world and of ourselves is attained or matured, is a object which does not stand in need of commendation to a rational mind.
Meditation simply means a state of no-thought, awareness without the process of thought, just pure, mirror-like awareness, with no thoughts passing in the mind.
Some years ago, I wrote a book called the Emperor's New Mind and that book was describing a point of view I had about consciousness and why it was not something that comes about from complicated calculations.
Shakespeare possesses the power of subordinating nature for the purposes of expression, beyond all poets.? His imperial muse tosses the creation like a bauble from hand to hand, and uses it to embody any caprice of thought that is uppermost in his mind.? The remotest spaces of nature are visited, and the farthest sundered things are brought together, by subtle spiritual connection.? We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet.