“Intellect-brain force.”

Honesty prospers in every condition of life.

If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all. If you have never seen joy in a beautiful face, you have never seen joy at all.

Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.

Strange customs do not thrive in foreign soil.

It may here be justly said, that genuine morality is preserved only in the school of adversity, and a state of continuous prosperity may easily prove a quicksand to virtue.

Freedom exists only with power.

Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

Wise to resolve, patient to perform.

The will of man is his happiness.

The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

The brain is the last and grandest biological frontier, the most complex thing we have yet discovered in our universe. It contains hundreds of billions of cells interlinked through trillions of connections. The brain boggles the mind.

The brain, the mind, and all the things that happen inside it, it’s a very erogenous zone.

The truth is, the Science of Nature has been already too long made only a work of the Brain and the Fancy: It is now high time that it should return to the plainness and soundness of Observations on material and obvious things.

Don’t use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

Learn to use your brains as deftly as your powder box, and then maybe you have a powder box and do not need.

The brain, is the most complex thing we have yet discovered in our universe.

When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your god like a soldier.

If critics have problems with my personal life, it’s their problem. Anybody with half a brain would realize that it’s the charts that count.