It is certain that I cannot always distinguish my own thoughts from those I read, because what I read becomes the very substance and text of my mind.
In a confined space even thought is cramped.[Я заметил, что в тесной квартире даже и мыслям тесно.]
If you can’t read and write you can’t think. Your thoughts are dispersed if you don’t know how to read and write. You’ve got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.
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.
I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.
How small a thought it takes to fill someone’s whole life![Welch ein kleiner Gedanke doch ein ganzes Leben füllen kann!]
How do most people live without any thoughts? There are many people in the world (you must have noticed them in the street). How do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.[Wer seine Gedanken nicht auf Eis zu legen versteht, der soll sich nicht in die Hitze des Streites begeben.]
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
