I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.[The Remarkable Rocket]
How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another’s heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
Hate is a thing, a feeling, that can only exist where there is no understanding.
Every man hears only what he understands.
Defects and weakness in men’s understandings, as well as other faculties, come from want of a right use of their own minds.
All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed.
A stupid man’s report of what a clever man says is never accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something that he can understand.
