The Mind (n.) is not yet thoroughly accustomed to.
Mind (n.) holds nothing of a truth before it is known except the capacity to know it.
Mind (n.) stays dark to ourselves while we search everything else, and all the light we can let in upon our own understandings brings great advantage in directing the search of other things.
Mind (n.) begins as an empty cabinet that the senses furnish with particular ideas; memory lodges them, names attach, and only later does abstraction yield general words.
Mind (n.) comes into the world unfurnished with ideas of God just as the body comes unclothed — no slight on God's goodness, since we are fitted to get both.
Mind (n.) begins as white paper, void of all characters; everything later painted on it by the busy and boundless fancy came in from experience.
Mind (n.) wakes up in proportion to what it is fed: the more matter the senses furnish, the more awake it becomes and the more it thinks.
Mind (n.) takes its flight further than the stars and makes excursions into the incomprehensible Inane — yet carries no simple idea it did not get through the two inlets.
Mind (n.) is thought to take up no space, and its actions seem to require no time, so that in one glance it sees every part of a demonstration that would take long to put into words.
Mind (n.) in age is like the tombs we approach, where the brass and marble remain but the inscriptions are effaced by time and the imagery moulders away.
Mind (n.) is passive in receiving but free in combining: it can make complex ideas it never received so united, though never one new ingredient.
Mind (n.) never touches things directly; it knows them only through the ideas that stand between.
Mind (n.) is the clock of all other clocks: the regular succession of ideas in a waking man is the measure and standard of every other succession.
Mind (n.) is so narrow that one pleasure fills it, and a drop of pain spoils the whole cup — the weakness behind every bad bargain with the future.
Mind (n.) looking beyond the original ideas of sensation or reflection, and penetrating into their causes and manner of production, discovers nothing but its own short-sightedness.
Mind (n.) as the finite thinking thing within you, once its operations are not understood, leaves no cause to wonder that the eternal infinite Mind, whom the heaven of heavens cannot contain, is not comprehended either.