To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

We pay a high price for being intelligent. Wisdom hurts.

Generally among intelligent people are found nothing but paralytics and among men of action nothing but fools.

Little-minded peoples thoughts move in such small circles that five minutes' conversation gives you an arc long enough to determine their whole curve. An arc in the movement of a large intellect does not sensibly differ from a straight line.

When a man has been intemperate so long that shame no longer paints a blush upon his cheek, his liquor generally does it instead.

If the Aborigine drafted an IQ test, all of Western civilization would presumably flunk it.

So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.

Intelligence, like fire, is a power that is neither good nor bad in itself but rather takes its virtue, its moral coloring, from its application.

An intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell overture and not think of the Lone Ranger.

I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.