It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them – the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? Whats this passion for?
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —
It’s not a question of pessimism or optimism. It’s just that ninety-nine out of a hundred people don’t have any brains.[Дело не в пессимизме и не в оптимизме, а в том, что у девяноста девяти из ста нет ума.]
I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it’s a very poor scheme for survival.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —
As if my Brain had split —
I tried to match it — Seam by Seam —
But could not make it fit.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don’t start measuring her limbs.