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

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

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

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

Not all heads have a brain.

Brains are the only things worth having in this world.

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

We need strength, we need energy, we need quickness, and we need brain in this country to turn it around.

The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.

Imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

Any man could, if he were so inclined, be the sculptor of his own brain.

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing

The march of the human mind is slow.