Just as there are ideas so mad that you must be clever to believe them, so there is behavior so weird that you must be clever to engage in it.
Operations of thought are like cavalry charges in a battle — they are strictly limited in number, require fresh horses, and must only be made at decisive moments.
The speech-censors make their presence known; the thought-censors censor first the thought that they exist.
A man’s belief system is a miracle of construction, apparently rickety and jerry-built, yet sturdy enough to withstand the introduction of a new fact or idea without being altered or disturbed.
Hidden depths are only unrecorded thoughts, which have ceased to exist.
Any remotely promising new idea will promptly be seized on to explain everything.
There is small reason to believe, outside of a few specialized fields, that a proposition is correct because it can be persuasively argued for.
You never get a good piece of music stuck in your head, just an idiotically catchy pop song or advertising jingle; and ideas work the same way.
All issues appear to have two sides for the same reason a tetrahedron does; and our spatial is better than our logical perspective.
It is unfortunate that I forget so few of my thoughts.
Though modern society generally punishes stupidity, it allows certain specialized forms of it, often confused with intelligence, to flourish.