Quotes About Insight

I'm thinking that, collectively, men are only slightly more observant than mollusks.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

Knowledge is Life with wings

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

We become what we behold.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

To Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

Vision is the end of religion.

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!

The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool

Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception, he percieves more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover

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El camino del exceso conduce al palacio de la sabiduría.

He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you.

David Gascoyne once told me that the only point of keeping a journal was to concentrate of the personal, the diurnal minutiae, and forget the great significant events in the world at large.

The most creative leaders are smart yet naive, playful but disciplined, humble, and proud.

Vuja dé is the flip side of that—looking at a familiar situation (an industry you've worked in for decades, products you've worked on for years) as if you've never seen it before, and, with that fresh line of sight, developing a distinctive point of view on the future.

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.

Say it! No ideas but in things. Mr. Paterson has gone away to rest and write. Inside the bus one sees his thoughts sitting and standing. His thoughts alight and scatter– Who are these people (how complex the mathematic) among whom I see myself in the regularly ordered plateglass of his thoughts, glimmering before shoes and bicycles?