Is there no way out of the mind?

To be too conscious is an illness—a real thoroughgoing illness.

In psychoanalysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

Sanity is madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled.

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

Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.

The mind is not, I know, a highway but a temple, and its doors should not be carelessly left open.

Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be breakthrough.

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing

Understanding is a very dull occupation.

A mind lively and at ease can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.

“I think, therefore I am” is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches.

The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts.