I'm not good at remembering things, in general.
Gravity is a mysterious carriage of the body invented to cover the defects of the mind.
I am indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error.
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.
My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
Sometimes a great wound or concussion of the head, especially which happens by falling headlong from an high place, brings a prejudice and weakness to the animal faculty, dulling the understanding.
The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.
How weak our mind is; how quickly it is terrified and unbalanced as soon as we are confronted with a small, incomprehensible fact. Instead of dismissing the problem with: "We do not understand because we cannot find the cause," we immediately imagine terrible mysteries and supernatural powers.
