my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing

Every thought is, strictly speaking, an afterthought.

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

Imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

The universe is an object of thought at least as much as it is a means of satisfying needs.

Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

As is the face, so is the mind.

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

There is no female mind. The brain is not an organ of sex. As well speak of a female liver.

Imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.

Understanding is a very dull occupation.

Sooner or later if the activity of the mind is restricted anywhere, it will cease to function even where it is allowed to be free.

Is there no way out of the mind?