Is there no way out of the mind?

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

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

The brain is an unreliable organ, it is monstrously great, monstrously developed. Swollen, like a goiter.

The mind of man is capable of anything.

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

Not all heads have a brain.

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.

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

It is far, far better and much safer to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled seas of thought.

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

Brain, n. An apparatus with which we think that we think.

The human mind is an evolutionary product, just like the human body.