The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.
We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.
Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision.
Educate the masses, elevate their standard of intelligence, and you will certainly have a successful nation.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.
Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.