Every mind is a room packed with archaic furniture.
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I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
I used to love a well-arranged room: the furniture, the fabric, the lighting.
Furniture is meant to be used and enjoyed.
All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word, all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.
Novelists in particular love to rhapsodize about the glory of the solitary mind; this is natural, because their job requires them to sit in a room by themselves for years on end. But for most of the rest of us, we think and remember socially.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Your mind, which is yourself, can be likened to a house. The first necessary move then, is to rid that house of all but furnishings essential to success.
I don't have any furniture of mine in my room.
My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made.