The paradox is now fully established that the utmost abstractions are the true weapons with which to control our thought of concrete fact.
Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.
God is huge! He is ginormous! He is greater than every thought we have ever had of Him.
I would have thought this would make me feel better. . getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.
I always thought I'd be a New York theater actor, riding my bicycle to rehearsal. That was all I ever wanted.
I am definitely not a light packer. My thought is you never know what the weather will be like or what you will feel like wearing that day, so I always have multiple bags with me - even for a two-day trip.
Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
Things are different from what I thought. They're much worse.
I thought The Office was good, though I didn't think of it as a sitcom, just as a very good programme.
Everything which is, is thought, but not conscious and individual thought. The human intelligence is but the consciousness of being. It is what I have formulated before: Everything is a symbol of a symbol, and a symbol of what? of mind.
Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. it was an impossibility.
I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.
Your Life is always a result of your thoughts about it-including your obviously creative thought that you seldom get what you choose.
Whenever a thought arises, instead of trying even a little either to follow it up or to fulfil it, it would be better to first enquire, "To whom did this thought arise?"
I would do the occasional score. I thought it was the most thrilling thing. It was instant. You made the music and they played it right away to millions of people. I found it thrilling.
You often have a great director who's like, "Well, actually I don't even want to reveal you until the end of this scene" or something like that and it totally changes everything that you thought it was going to be.
. . . he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.
A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.
It was one frayed rope thrown across the chasm between us. Not enough to get across, but maybe just enough to tell that it wasn't as wide as I'd originally thought.
There is another important point: encountering the poor. If we step outside ourselves we find poverty. Today-it sickens the heart to say so-the discovery of a tramp who has died of the cold is not news. Today what counts as news is, maybe, a scandal. A scandal: ah, that is news! Today, the thought that a great many children do not have food to eat is not news. This is serious, this is serious! We cannot put up with this! Yet that is how things are. We cannot become starched Christians, those over-educated Christians who speak of theological matters as they calmly sip their tea.