In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its
original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial
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In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its
original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial
objects, especially tools to make tools, and of indefinitely
urging the manufacture.

We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no read more

We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no personality.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are read more

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a
pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The
fragments of an intellect are always good.

For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
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For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought
with it the means of seeing."
- Thomas Carlyle,

They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you read more

They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you think you are, the dumber you really are.

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius-- and a read more

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius-- and a lot of courage- -to move in the opposite direction.

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, read more

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the
mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into
every individual.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

'Tis good-will makes intelligence.

'Tis good-will makes intelligence.