Little minds need to practise despotism to relieve their nerves, just as great souls thirst for equality in friendship to exercise their hearts.[Les petits esprits ont besoin de despotisme pour le jeu de leurs nerfs, comme les grandes âmes ont soif d’égalité pour l’action du cœur.]
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
Learning never exhausts the mind.
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.
It was in mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the enthralled consciousness.
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Invention requires an excited mind; execution, a calm one.
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 the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.
I’m a woman. I have a right to change my mind.
I like friends who have independent minds because they tend to make you see problems from all angles.
