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A smart man is not one who knows a lot, and the one who knows himself.

Only free minds feel the weight of their chains.

The mind - nothing like a well organized system of knowledge.

Intelligence and stupidity do not exclude one another.

There are three types of smart people: the first so intelligent that being called smart, it looks fair and natural; the second is intelligent enough to distinguish truth from flattery, others rather silly, because all take for granted.

- A reasonable person and must be either agnostic or atheist, patiently but firmly he said. And tremble for his own skin. This is a necessary features of a developed intellect.

A suspicious mind is a healthy mind.

- Dorian is so smart, my dear Basil, that he could not from time to time not to do anything stupid.
But marriage is not one of those "stupid things" that make "from time to time, Harry."

Guided by reason - there is something ignoble. It means to betray the intellect.

Sadly, the Genius, of course, lasts longer than Beauty. Because of that we strive beyond measure to develop your mind. In a brutal struggle for existence, we want to keep something stable, durable, and stuff your head with facts and junk in a futile hope to hold a place in my life. The thoroughly well - informed man- that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well - informed man is a dreadful thing. It is similar to the antiquary shop, all monsters and dust old, where every thing is priced above its proper value.

Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. As soon as a person starts to think, he's disproportionately in the sky, the nose, or increasing the forehead, or something else spoils his face. Look at the successful men in any academic profession - they are ugly! The exception is, of course, our spiritual shepherds, but these don't bother his brain. The Bishop in eighty years, it continues to repeat what he was taught when he was a boy of eighteen, of course, that his face retains the beauty and comeliness. Judging by the portrait, your mysterious young friend, whose name you persistently do not want to be called charming, he never thinks. I'm quite sure of that. I guess he is brainless and beautiful the creation of God, which we ought always to have before him: in winter, when no flowers to please the eye, and in the summer to refresh my heated brain.

Melancholy, depression, shyness, selfishness - that is a cruel punishment for the highest intellectual talents.

Of course, it is in this mind,
What is the genius for others, and for others the plague.