The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Experience teaches that when the will and imagination are in conflict, the imagination usually wins. What we imagine may defeat our reason and make us slaves to what we taste, see, hear, smell, and feel in the mind's eye. The body is indeed the servant of the mind.
It's from our sufferings that we form our consciousness.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
The body has a mind of its own.
It is the mind that makes the body.
I want to know how the mind works.
Almost all our suffering is the product of our thoughts. We spend nearly every moment of our lives lost in thought, and hostage to the character of those thoughts. You can break this spell, but it takes training just like it takes training to defend yourself against a physical assault.
I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.
The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.