My minde to me a kingdome is,
Such perfect joy therein I finde
As farre exceeds all read more

My minde to me a kingdome is,
Such perfect joy therein I finde
As farre exceeds all earthly blisse
That God or Nature hath assignde
Though much I want that most would have
Yet still my minde forbids to crave.

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 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.]

One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every
day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in read more

One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every
day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.

The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

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.

Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.

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.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.