"His head was an hour-glass; it could..." - Quote by Mark Twain
His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.
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“It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.”
“If I am to be a thoroughfare, I prefer that it be of the mountain brooks, the Parnassian streams, and not the town sewers. There is inspiration, that gossip which comes to the ear of the attentive mind from the courts of heaven. There is the profane and stale revelation of the barroom and the police court. The same ear is fitted to receive both communications. Only the character of the hearer determines to which it shall be open, and to which closed.”
“Man lives in only one small room of the enormous house of his consciousness.”
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“Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.”
“I am very glad there are quite a number of people born with a gift and a liking for all of this; like great chessplayers who play sixteen games at once blindfold and die quite soon of epilepsy. Serve them right! I hope the Mathematicians, however, are well rewarded. I promise never to blackleg their profession nor take the bread out of their mouths.”
“There seems to be no limit to which some men will go to avoid the labor of thinking. Thinking is hard work.”