The very reason we need logic at all is because most reasoning is not conscious at all.

Subjective conscious mind is an analog of what is called the real world. It is built up with a vocabulary or lexical field whose terms are all metaphors or analogs of behavior in the physical world.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

Indeed, it is sometimes almost as if the problem had to be forgotten to be solved.

We can only know in the nervous system what we have known in behavior first.

Consciousness is always open to many possibilities because it involves play. It is always an adventure.

The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.

The importance of writing in the breakdown of the bicameral voices is tremendously important. What had to be spoken is now silent and carved upon a stone to be taken in visually.

I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.

There is no such thing as a complete consciousness.

The king dead is a living god.

Air freshener is man’s pitiful attempt to have his food smell as good, after digestion, as they did, before ingestion.

Excitement is a crossroad which runs in all directions. No man lacks personality

If most traders would learn to sit on their hands 50 per cent of the time, they would make a lot more money.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

The essence of boredom is to be found in the obsessive search for novelty. Satisfaction lies in mindful repetition, the discovery of endless richness in subtle variations on familiar themes.

Out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there.

You can gain reconciliation from your enemies, but you can only gain peace from yourself.

Obamacare can't work, folks. It just cannot.

She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.

All of us should be on guard against beliefs that flatter ourselves. At the very least, we should check such beliefs against facts.