The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are indifferent to others, remaining by nature blind to facts that are uncongenial to them.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are on the alert for them, and especially apt to be lively and to produce the感 of reality whenever they are stimulated.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are negative to others, making us accept or reject much that we might theoretically be indifferent to.

The true nature of things is in their particulars, not in generalities; we know a thing by knowing its individual characteristics, not by subsumming it under a class.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are interested in them, and consequently neglects the rest. The result is that whilst the world of each of us, as we know it, is a sort of mental monster—selectively interested, systematically partial.

The purpose of consciousness is to orchestrate behavior, and consciousness succeeds brilliantly at this task when it stays in the background, when it doesn't interfere with the smooth operation of the automatic processes that have been honed by natural selection.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are on the alert for them, and come soonest into play. Fear comes first, then probably sympathy or motor discharge of some sort; then curiosity about the novel situation; and finally systematic procedure and definition of it.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and ignore others, leaving us to perceive only a biased sectional view of the world.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are anxious until they find them. If the mind were a mere mirror, it might be pleasant for it to reflect the world, but it would have no motive to seek one kind of world rather than another.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and ask for explanations of certain kinds of congruity in those phenomena. Order is the one thing we cannot do without.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and which ignore the rest, and this selectiveness is as characteristic of man as of the lower animals. A thing is important if it has consequences, if it is connected with our emotional and practical interests; otherwise it is trivial and unworthy of notice.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are apt to feel snubbed or startled by others. The truth is that there are as many 'kinds' of things in the world as there are kinds of interest among observers of it.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are satisfied by the presence of these phenomena, just as the nutritive instincts are satisfied by food.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of phenomena and are careless of others. It is theoretically interested in some matters, theoretically indifferent to others. And, by an easy extension of the principle, what is theoretically indifferent may be, and usually is, theoretically obnoxious.

The mind is furnished with a set of instincts which seek out certain kinds of things, and reject others. It natively loves and hates, it seeks and shuns, and these operations are as primitive as any that the mind performs.

The mind is so rarely modified by facts; it is modified by feeling, and feeling comes from the association of ideas.

The mind is like a vast library in which the books are in constant flux—some volumes fade into obscurity while others suddenly illuminate corners previously left in shadow, and the librarian himself is often the last to know what treasures or horrors his collection contains.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of self; the only escape is through the bars of understanding something larger than ourselves.

The mind is in its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

The terror of the unfamiliar is the root of all superstition; yet the familiar itself is but the accumulated strangeness of yesterday.

The mind creates a narrative self, a kind of ongoing story about who we are. But this narrative is a construct, no less than a novel—and like a novel, it can be rewritten.

The mind creates a narrative self, a story we tell about who we are, and we defend that story even when evidence suggests it is false. We are, in essence, unreliable narrators of our own lives.

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