It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.

To think is to practice brain chemistry.

Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

Painting and sculpture are very archaic forms. It's the only thing left in our industrial society where an individual alone can make something with not just his own hands but brains imagination heart maybe.

Our imagination just needs space. It's all it needs that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.

Dr. Einstein was not successful in school but he found something in the air from his own imagination and his own brain power and look what he did.

I like nonsense it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

If this humor be the safety of our race then it is due largely to the infusion into the American people of the Irish brain.

Humor is by far the most significant activity of the human brain.

Writing a song is much like being an author. Yes we all have tools to write (everyone has a brain I hope!) but that doesn't all of a sudden make us best selling authors.

I am not afraid of dying. I have lived longer than most people in the world. What scares me is to have a body that works but a brain that is waving goodbye. If that happens I hope I die quickly.

The worst enemy of human hope is not brute facts but men of brains who will not face them.

Any institution faces two basic choices if they hope to spark new ideas. One is to leverage the brains trust within their organization by creating a special event dedicated to new thinking. The other is to look outside themselves to stimulate solutions.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.

I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.

The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.