The Mind (n.) is never right but when it is at peace within itself; the soul is in heaven even while it is in the flesh, if it be purged of its natural corruptions, and taken up with divine thoughts, and contemplations.
The Mind (n.) is the master over every kind of fortune: itself acts in both ways, being the cause of its own happiness and misery.
The Mind (n.) is the proper judge of the man.
A Mind (n.) is not defiled by a crippled body; it is the body that is made lovely by a beautiful mind.
The Mind (n.) is never greater than when it puts aside what is foreign to it, calms itself by fearing nothing and makes itself rich by desiring nothing.
The Mind (n.) takes on different configurations, but it does not become a different animal every time it does something different, nor is what it does an animal.
Mind (n.) shows it comes from a loftier place by judging the things it deals with to be base and narrow, and by not fearing to take its leave: it remembers its origin and knows its destination.
Mind (n.) is known to exist, but not what it is, where, of what kind, or from where: our awareness of it is crude and vague, as a baby's is of its own leading part.
The Mind (n.) shows its worth when it makes up for what it lacks by not wanting it: although something may be missing from what it is accustomed to, the mind itself lacks nothing.
Mind (n.) measures a great undertaking by how much of the work remains, not by how much of its own life remains — and grows taller at the sight of the size.
Mind (n.) is something everyone agrees we have and no one can explain: it commands us, yet it is still trying to understand itself.
Mind (n.) shows its own divinity by delighting in the divine and enjoying it not as someone else's possession but as its own.
Mind (n.) is the one asset that cold, heat and old age cannot stop you training, and that time itself improves.
Mind (n.) grows larger the more it takes in.
Mind (n.) often tries not to notice even that which lies before our eyes; we must therefore force upon it the knowledge of things that are perfectly well known.
The Mind (n.) expands with what it receives: absorb not all you wish but all you can hold — be sound, and you can hold all you wish.
The Mind (n.) grows from within, giving to itself nourishment and exercise.
The Mind (n.) should be like a chorus: many arts, precepts and examples from many epochs, the single voices hidden, all blending into one.
The Mind (n.) grows by contact with things heavenly, and draws into itself something from on high.
The Mind (n.) is free from disturbance when it is fully free to contemplate the universe, and nothing distracts it from the contemplation of nature.