There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet.
Thinking has become a superfluous exercise... purely internal, without compelling force, more or less a game.
If you're not challenged, you'll get bored.
Inspiration comes from the world around me. I'm an inveterate eavesdropper.
There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.
It is certain that the inanimate objects by which you are surrounded have a direct action on the brain.
Much has been written about the life of the mind.
I find that, for me, personally - and this is in everyday life - if I'm not growing, if I can't be stimulated in a conversation, then I am bored. And I'm not good when I'm bored.
We begin to see, therefore, the importance of selecting our environment with the greatest of care, because environment is the mental feeding ground out of which the food that goes into our minds is extracted.
Current psychological priesthoods ignore the fact that the profession of psychology was originated by Gustav Theodor Fechner, a physicist who recognized that the key to understanding human nature was the relationship between external stimuli and the brain.
One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.
The mind can also be an erogenous zone.
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.
What makes me happy is just keeping my brain challenged and stimulated and on its toes.
I do not always listen again but if something strikes me, I exploit it.
I wouldn't say that I'm actually trying to cause chills in the audience, but certainly my goal is to, at the very least, effect a physiological response - at the most, to effect some sort of state change, ideally, in the audience.
I think I was just constantly seeking mental stimulation from anything I could get.
What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
Cultivation to the mind is as necessary as food to the body.
The mind is what the mind is fed.
