Finally, by ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another,
love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous:
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Finally, by ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another,
love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous:
Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but
contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that
ye should inherit a blessing.

You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my read more

You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.

Old minds are like old horses; you must exercise them if you wish to keep them in working order.

Old minds are like old horses; you must exercise them if you wish to keep them in working order.

I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, read more

I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf
Came I to crouch, as I conceive.
Dame Nature doubtless has designed
A man the monarch of his mind.

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach read more

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

The cultivation of the mind is a kind of food supplied for the
soul of man.
[Lat., Animi read more

The cultivation of the mind is a kind of food supplied for the
soul of man.
[Lat., Animi cultus quasi quidam humanitatis cibus.]

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that read more

I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

The forehead is the gate of the mind.
[Lat., Frons est animi janua.]

The forehead is the gate of the mind.
[Lat., Frons est animi janua.]