I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.
Whatever the cost of our libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.
The measure of intelligence is the ability to change.
It is not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer.
People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.
Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.
You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I've discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
The scientist does not study nature because it is useful to do so. He studies it because he takes pleasure in it, and he takes pleasure in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful it would not be worth knowing, and life would not be worth living. I am not speaking, of course, of the beauty which strikes the senses, of the beauty of qualities and appearances. I am far from despising this, but it has nothing to do with science. What I mean is that more intimate beauty which comes from the harmonious order of its parts, and which a pure intelligence can grasp.
We have become, by the power of a glorious evolutionary accident called intelligence, the stewards of life's continuity on earth. We did not ask for this role, but we cannot abjure it. We may not be suited to it, but here we are.
The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.