Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.
For nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom.
I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.
All art is a kind of confession.
Heredity provides for the modification of its own machinery.
The dualism itself becomes a sort of presupposition or datum; its terms condition the further problem.
Pythagoras took the next important step by subordinating the mere matter of nature to its essential principle of form and order, identifying the latter with reason or the soul.
Psychology more than any other science has had its pseudo-scientific no less than its scientific period.
Plato stands for the union of truth and goodness in the supreme idea of God.
In the first place, Descartes stands for the most explicit and uncompromising dualism between mind and matter.
Like all science, psychology is knowledge; and like science again, it is knowledge of a definite thing, the mind.
The development of the meaning attaching to the personal self, the conscious being, is the subject matter of the history of psychology.
The prehistorical and primitive period represents the true infancy of the mind.
All along we find that social life – religion, politics, art – reflects the stages reached in the development of the knowledge of self; it shows the social uses made of this knowledge.
The fact that tradition hinders the individual savage from thinking logically by no means proves that he cannot think logically.
Feeling is the consciousness of the resulting conditions – of success, failure, equilibrium, compromise or balance, in this continuous rivalry of ideas.
The reason of the close concurrence between the individuals progress and that of the race appears, therefore, when we remember the dependence of each upon the other.
After an interval of two and a half centuries, the tradition of mystic illumination renewed itself in Italy and Germany.
All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air. What is evoked in him, then, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant, too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours.
The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.