I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
I'd take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.
As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.