Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.

Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.

Language. By this we build pyramids, fight battles, ordain and administer laws, shape and teach religion, and knit man to man, cultivate each other, and ourselves.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.

Man is a substance clad in shadows.

I could honor Carmen Electra. I think she's beautiful.