Lapham’s Quarterly

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

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

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

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

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

What is outside my mind means nothing to it.

Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

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.

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

As is the face, so is the mind.