Intellect Quotes

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For the ordinary business of life, an ounce of habit is worth a pound of intellect.

habit

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.
Intellect annuls fate.  So far as a man thinks, he is free.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie its pleasure.
The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.
The extravagance of intellect outstrips the extravagance of desire.
In a work of art the intellect asks questions; it does not answer them.

art

Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.

emotion

The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.
[There are] one-story intellects, two-story intellects, and three-story intellects with skylights.
It belongs to the self-respect of intellect to pursue every tangle of thought to its final unravelment.

thoughts

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.
We should take care not to make intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.
Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.

clarity uncertainty certainty

The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been.  It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.
There is nothing more perplexing in life than to know at what point you should surrender your intellect to your faith.

faith

The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.

mind

Intellect is to emotion as our clothes are to our bodies; we could not very well have civilized life without clothes, but we would be in a poor way if we had only clothes without bodies.
The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endlessly repeated rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which it may be optimistic about the future of mankind.
My friend said that he opened his intellect as the sun opens the fans of a palm tree, opening for opening's sake, opening infinitely for ever.  But I said that I opened my intellect as I opened my mouth, in order to shut it again on something solid.
Our intellect is not the most subtle, the most powerful, the most appropriate, instrument for revealing the truth.  It is life that, little by little, example by example, permits us to see that what is most important to our heart, or to our mind, is learned not by reasoning but through other agencies.
The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. What do I care about knowledge. All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling intervention of mind, or moral, or what-not.