He solved at a stroke the great question of the direction of nerve-currents in their travel through brain and spinal cord.

Each waking day is a stage dominated for good or ill, comedy, farce, or tragedy, by a dramatis personae, the 'self', and so it will be until the curtain drops.

Swiftly the head mass becomes an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern, always a meaningful pattern though never an abiding one...

As followers of natural science we know nothing of any relation between thoughts and the brain, except as a gross correlation in time and space.

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.

Natural knowledge has not forgone emotion. It has simply taken for itself new ground of emotion, under impulsion from and in sacrifice to that one of its 'values', Truth.

The terminal path may, to distinguish it from internuncial common paths, be called the final common path. The motor nerve to a muscle is a collection of such final common paths.

That a strong stimulus to such an afferent nerve, exciting most or all of its fibres, should in regard to a given muscle develop inhibition and excitation concurrently is not surprising.

This integrative action in virtue of which the nervous system unifies from separate organs an animal possessing solidarity, an individual, is the problem before us.

That our being should consist of two fundamental elements [physical and psychical] offers I suppose no greater inherent improbability than that it should rest on one only.

Further study of central nervous action, however, finds central inhibition too extensive and ubiquitous to make it likely that it is confined solely to the taxis of antagonistic muscles.

We're too young to want to stop living, because after all, we shouldn't stop something we haven't even started.

He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king rich man fairy or demon who possesses such power as that.

I really love animals. My cat is my little soul mate. He's not just a cat, he's my friend.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.

Love is a divine flame.

Yes, we need euthanasia, for certain cases where people are in comas or too immobile to even press a button.

Having a yacht is a reason for being more cheerful than most.

In every pang that rends the heart the Man of Sorrows has a part.

None of us got where we are solely by pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps.

You're asking somebody who has a wife and is really happily married, 'So, what's your next wife going to be like?' And I'm like, 'What?'