My body certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.
He that has no resources of mind, is more to be pitied than he who is in want of necessaries for the body; and to be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others, bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.
In a disturbed mind, as in a body in the same state, health can not exist. [Lat., In animo perturbato, sicut in corpore, sanitas esse non potest.]
The diseases of the mind are more and more destructive than those of the body. [Lat., Morbi perniciores pluresque animi quam corporis.]
The forehead is the gate of the mind. [Lat., Frons est animi janua.]
The cultivation of the mind is a kind of food supplied for the soul of man. [Lat., Animi cultus quasi quidam humanitatis cibus.]
Cultivation to the mind is as necessary as food is to the body.
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
A weak mind is like a microscope, which magnifies trifling things, but cannot receive great ones.
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
I love my neighbor as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave, Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf Came I to crouch, as I conceive. Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.
My minde to me a kingdome is, Such perfect joy therein I finde As farre exceeds all earthly blisse That God or Nature hath assignde Though much I want that most would have Yet still my minde forbids to crave.
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That God or Nature hath assign'd, Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Such as take lodgings in a head That's to be let unfurnished.
The more accurately we search into the human mind, the stronger traces we everywhere find of His wisdom who made it.
It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free; their passions forge their fetters.
Our minds are like certain vehicles,--when they have little to carry they make much noise about it, but when heavily loaded they run quietly.
A mind once cultivated will not lie fallow for half an hour.
The failure of his mind in old age is often less the result of natural decay than of disuse. Ambition has ceased to operate; contentment brings indolence; indolence, decay of mental power, ennui, and sometimes death. Men have been known to die, literally speaking, of disease induced by intellectual vacancy.
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