That which enters the mind through reason can be corrected. That which is admitted through faith hardly ever.

The brain is a world consisting of a number of unexplored continents and great stretches of unknown territory.

Every man if he so desires becomes sculptor of his own brain.

The worst part is not in making a mistake but in trying to justify it, instead of using it as a heaven-sent warning of our mindlessness or our ignorance.

In summary, all great work is the fruit of patience and perseverance, combined with tenacious concentration on a subject over a period of months or years.

Unfortunately, nature seems unaware of our intellectual need for convenience and unity, and very often takes delight in complication and diversity.

There are no small problems. Problems that appear small are large problems that are not understood

It is idle to dispute with old men. Their opinions, like their cranial sutures, are ossified.

In adult centers the nerve paths are something fixed, ended, immutable. Everything may die, nothing may be regenerated.

That which enters the mind through reason can be corrected. That which is admitted through faith, hardly ever.

To know the brain...is equivalent to ascertaining the material course of thought and will, to discovering the intimate history of life in its perpetual duel with external forces.

Your solution is in the next person

The fall of communism had more to do with prayer meetings in Poland than bombs dropped on Cambodia. War is, among other things, impatience.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

I made one decision in my life based on money and I swore I would never do it again.

I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.

I've reached an unexpected point in my life where I no longer have the passion that I once did for the company, for the games and for the challenge of creation.

Pride ruined the angels, Their shame them restores; And the joy that is sweetest Lurks in stings of remorse.

A holy woman may be beautiful by the gift of nature, but she must not give occasion to lust. If beauty be hers, so far from setting it off she ought rather to obscure it.

There are a million ways to lose a work day, but not even a single way to get one back.

In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.