The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Thoughts would go in and out of my mind, but I didn't want to believe that he could have done it.
There is nothing so unthinkable as thought, unless it be the entire absence of thought.
The idea that there could be other universes out there is really one that stretches the mind in a great way.
Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.
No amount of thought can ever reveal what comes unexpectedly.
I didn't know what was going through my mind.
Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowledge of itself.
A lot of the things that until now seemed unthinkable are starting to be thinkable.
All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again.
I dwell in possibility.