The minds action is like that of an engineer who works under water. He goes down in a diving-bell, and is hidden. The work progresses, and the structure rises, but it does not show above water at all. It is there, but it is deep-seated and concealed. Henry Ward Beecher
Our minds are like certain vehicles,when they have little to carry they make much noise about it, but when heavily loaded they run quietly. Elihu Burritt
The mind, that broods oer guilty woes, Is like the Scorpion girt by fire, In circle narrowing as it glows, The flames around their captive close . . . . . . . So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoomd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death. Lord Byron
The mind, when imbued with the lessons of wisdom, is like a charioteer; for it restrains the desires implanted in us, and brings us back to virtue. Demophilus
The mind of man is like the sea, which is neither agreeable to the beholder nor the voyager, in a calm or in a storm, but is so to both when a little agitated by gentle gales; and so the mind, when moved by soft and easy passions or affections. Charles Lamb
For as the precious stone Autharsitis beeing throwne into the fyre looketh blacke and halfe dead, but being cast into the water glistreth like the Sunne beames: so the precious minde of man once put into the flame of loue, is as it were vglye, and loseth his vertue, but sprinckled with the water of wisdome, and detestation of such fond delightes, it shineth like the golden rayes of Phæbus. John Lyly
To the minds eye things will appear, At distance through an artful glass, But bring the flattering objects near, Theyre all a senseless gloomy mass. Matthew Prior
Thy mind is like a mirror swung in space, And whirling on a thread. Now it reflecteth The heavens, and now the earth. Now doth the lightning Write hieroglyphs upon it, and anon Some deep-sea monster glooms it with his bulk. Amélie Rives
For tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful. William Shakespeare