A mind is not weighed by its magnitude, but by the dimensions of its thoughts.

A mind is only as sharp as the knife, that strives to cut through thoughts
too tough for the blade, before it breaks or goes dull.

Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.

My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

The mind can fool the heart, as the heart can fool the mind.