Charles Scott Sherrington (27 November 1857 – 4 March 1952) was a British neurophysiologist. In 1932, Charles Scott Sherrington was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.
Famous Charles Scott Sherrington Quotes
He solved at a stroke the great question of the direction of nerve-currents in their travel through brain and spinal cord.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.If it is mind that we are searching the brain, then we are supposing the brain to be much more than a telephone-exchange. We are supposing it to be a telephone-exchange along with subscribers as well.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.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.The brain seems a thoroughfare for nerve-action passing its way to the motor animal. It has been remarked that Life’s aim is an act not a thought. To-day the dictum must be modified to admit that, often, to refrain from an act is no less an act than to commit one, because inhibition is coequally with excitation a nervous activity.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.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.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.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.
