A beam of light takes about two million years to reach from us to the Andromeda nebula. But my thought covers this distance in a few seconds. Perhaps some day some intermediate form of body and mind may permit us to say that we actually can travel faster than light.
The computer allows me to execute my ideas at the speed I think them.
Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.
Time is but the measure of the difficulty of a conception. Pure thought has scarcely any need of time, since it perceives the two ends of an idea almost at the same moment.
To fly as fast as thought, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.
Do not let the rapidity with which these thoughts can change deceive you into feeling that you think them all at once.
My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them──by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.
Thought flies and words go on foot.
Slow seems their speed whose thoughts before them run.
It will be a shock to men when they realize that thoughts that were fast enough for today are not fast enough for tomorrow. But thinking tomorrow's thoughts today is one kind of future life.
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
If your mind is anything like mine, it can stumble through a half-dozen different thoughts in a heartbeat.
The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.
My mind moves very fast. I go through a lot of moods and emotions.
My thoughts are ridiculously loud and fast.
The microspeed of the tongue ought to be always slightly less than the microspeed of the thoughts and certainly not ever the reverse.
