I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.
When I was retarded I had lots of friends.
Now I have no one.
Oh, I know lots of people.
Lots and lots of people.
But I don't have any real friends.
Not like I used to have in the bakery.
Not a friend in the world who means anything to me, and no one I mean anything to.
It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer.
Ah. She was bright, curious, a winning combination in any person.
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.
— You're an intelligent man... but not half of what you think.
— Even so, I'm smarter than you.
— Do you think I'm an idiot?
— No, I'd say you possess above-average intelligence.
Her own limits were the limits of her horizon; but limited minds can recognize limitations only in others. And so she felt that her outlook was very wide indeed, and that where his conflicted with hers marked his limitations.