Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.
One can no more prevent the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. In the case of the sailor, this is called a tide; in the case of the guilty, it is called remorse.
My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind…and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
Mind control is the result of self-discipline and habit. You either control your mind or it controls you. There is no hall-way compromise.
Matter is plastic in the face of Mind.
Little minds need to practise despotism to relieve their nerves, just as great souls thirst for equality in friendship to exercise their hearts.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
If we will trace the progress of our minds, and with attention observe how it repeats, adds together, and unites its simple ideas received from sensation or reflection, it will lead us farther than at first perhaps we should have imagined.
If it true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.[Eсли сколько голов, столько умов, то и сколько сердец, столько родов любви.]
