Ezra Pound Quotes

The brain is an immensely complex organ, and many mysteries remain. Exactly how brain and mind or soma and psyche are related is one of them.

I've always had this fascination with the brain. I'm not really much of a religious person, but like anybody, you are at least fascinated by what some call a soul - what I would call the brain - and who we are and how we work.

The brain is the black box: the final frontier.

No practical biologist interested in sexual reproduction would be led to work out the detailed consequences experienced by organisms having three or more sexes; yet what else should he do if he wishes to understand why the sexes are, in fact, always two?

If you dream you do something, it's as if you actually are doing it from your brain's point of view.

When I look at the human brain I'm still in awe of it. Every single time you lift off the bone and open the durra and there it is - the human brain, the thing that gives a person a personality, that distinguishes each one of us, that there could be more than 6 billion of us here on this planet with brains that look the same, but each one being distinctly different because of what is going on in that thing. I'll never get over my awe of that.

I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American.

The brain weighs only three pounds, yet it is the most complex object in the solar system.

One of the things that got me transitioning from physical science to brain science was asking, Why do we understand so much about the universe?

That special substance according to whose mass and degree of development all the creatures of this world take rank in the scale of creation, is not bone, but brain.

To ask "Where in your brain is intelligence?" is like asking "Where is the voice in the radio?"

- My instructors in science and technology have taught us about how the brain works. It's full of electrical impulses. It's like a computer. If you stimulate one part of the brain with an electrode, it... - They know nothing.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

The last thing that man will understand in nature is the performance of his brain.

The brain is not an organ we are authorized to use. We are supposed to use only our hands and legs.

The brain is viewed as an appendage of the genital glands.

The brain is a mystery; it has been and still will be. How does the brain produce thoughts? That is the central question and we have still no answer to it.

Five parts of my brain contain alien power, whatever I do or say cannot be denied on the intergalactic highway of existence.

The left hemisphere acts as an "interpreter," watching the actions and behaviors of the body and assigning a coherent narrative to these events. And the left hemisphere works this way even in normal, intact brains. Hidden programs drive actions, and the left hemisphere makes justifications. This idea of retrospective storytelling suggests that we come to know our own attitudes and emotions, at least partially, by inferring them from observations of our own behavior.

It is strongly suspected that a NEWTON or SHAKESPEARE excels other mortals only by a more ample development of the anterior cerebral lobes, by having an extra inch of brain in the right place.

It is impossible to live without brains, either one's own or borrowed.

A better understanding of the brain is certain to lead man to a richer comprehension both of himself, of his fellow man, and of society, and in fact of the whole world with its problems.

I would be so curious to wire my brain up and see what's occurring when I act, because a performance is such a heightened state. I've always found that with doing theatre especially. It's so hard to come down.

Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.

I finally chalked it up to the fact that the brain is truly an extraordinary device: more extraordinary than we can even guess.