My friend had a brilliant idea. This impressed me. It reflected an immense deal of credit on his brain. But when he expressed it, ...it lost all value, and enjoyed but a commonplace status. My friend blamed this devaluation on the language. "I hate English," he said. So he studied another language. He mastered it so perfectly that there was no room left in his brain for a brilliant idea. Now he has a grudge against words. He refuses to use them. He prefers to shrug or grunt. A new crop of ideas is growing. They show promise of future refinement.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound--... And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Scarlett O'Hara: What shall we do? Ashley, what's to become of us? Ashley Wilkes: What do you think becomes of people when th...eir civilization breaks up? Those who have brains and courage come through all right. Those who aren't are winnowed out.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The relation between psyche and soma, mind and brain, are peculiarly intimate; but, as in marriage, the partners are not inseparab...le: indeed their divorce was one of the conditions for the mind's independent history and its cumulative achievements. But the human mind possesses a special advantage over the brain: for once it has created impressive symbols and has stored significant memories, it can transfer its characteristic activities to materials like to stone and paper that outlast the original brain's brief life-span. When the organism dies, the brain dies, too, with all its lifetime accumulations. But the mind reproduces itself by transmitting its symbols to other intermediaries, human and mechanical, than the particular brain that first assembled them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The future is built on brains, not prom court, as most people can tell you after attending their high school reunion. But you'd ne...ver know it by talking to kids or listening to the messages they get from the culture and even from their schools.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye,... Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »