“By consequence, or train of thoughts, I understand that succession of one thought to another which is called, to distinguish it from discourse in words, mental discourse”

Give an inch, he’ll take an ell.

That Wisedome is acquired, not by reading of Books, but of Men.

Curiosity is the lust of the mind.

It is many times with a fraudulent Design that men stick their corrupt Doctrine with the Cloves of other mens Wit.

Life is nasty, brutish, and short.

Every time reason stands against the human, the human will stand against the reason.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

It’s not the pace of life I mind. It’s the sudden stop at the end.

liberty, to define it, is nothing other than the absence of impediments to motion

For prudence is but experience, which equal time equally bestows on all men in those things they equally apply themselves unto.

God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I’m so far behind that I’ll never die

Where shall I turn, what shall I do?’ are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

It is in the laws of a commonwealth, as in the laws of gaming: Whatsoever the gamesters all agree on, is an injustice to none of them.

A man’s conscience and his judgment are the same thing, and, as the judgment, so also the conscience may be erroneous”

The Value, or Worth of a man, is as of all other things, his Price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of his Power.

The Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

We could improve worldwide mental health if we acknowledged that parents can make you crazy.

The scars on my mind are on replay.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

Mere anxiety is the source of everything.

The path of least resistance and least trouble is a mental rut already made. It requires troublesome work to undertake the alteration of old beliefs.

A mental stain can neither be blotted out by the passage of time nor washed away by any waters.

Mental health is a battlefield we go through every day. Some days it looks like the war may be over, and other days we are in the trenches.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.