My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.
If my mind's not trying to fix something or create something, I don't know what to do. It just throws me off.
I just get silly inside my head and I start to think about something and in my head I start twisting it around, contorting it and envisioning it in different ways.
It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.
Your mind is what makes everything else work.
The mind is everything. What you think you become.
I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.
I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child.
I suffer from the delusion that every product of my imagination is not only possible, but always on the cusp of becoming real.
It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.