The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.
Only in thought is man a God; in action and desire we are the slaves of circumstance.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Men use thought only as authority for their injustice, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.
Like everything metaphysical the (pre-established) harmony between thoughts and reality is to be discovered in the grammar of language.[Wie alles Metaphysische ist die (prästabilierte) Harmonie zwischen Gedanken und Wirklichkeit in der Grammatik der Sprache aufzufinden.]
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.
I never thought I’d have children; I never thought I’d be in love, I never thought I’d meet the right person. Having come from a broken home – you kind of accept that certain things feel like a fairy tale, and you just don’t look for them.
I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.
I hold it to be true that pure thought is competent to comprehend the real, as the ancients dreamed.
How small a thought it takes to fill someone’s whole life![Welch ein kleiner Gedanke doch ein ganzes Leben füllen kann!]
