To neglect the wise sayings of great thinkers is to deny ourselves the truest education.
A winner’s attitude: it may be difficult, but it’s possible. A loser’s attitude: It may be possible, but it’s too difficult.
We must not just patch and tinker with life. We must keep renewing it. Embrace novelty and uniqueness.
Our beliefs are really rules for action.
My thinking is first and last and always for the sake of my doing, and I can only do one thing at a time.
I wished by treating Psychology like a natural science, to help her become one.
Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up.
Experience, as we know, has a way of boiling over, and making us correct our present formulas.
Science herself consults her heart when she lays it down that the infinite ascertainment of fact and correction of false belief are the supreme goods for man.
So far war has been the only force that can discipline a whole community, and until an equivalent discipline is organized, I believe that war must have its way.
The unrest which keeps the never stopping clock of metaphysics going is the thought that the nonexistence of this world is just as possible as its existence.
To some of us the thought of God is like a sort of quiet music playing in the background of the mind.
The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with.
Our intelligence cannot wall itself up alive, like a pupa in a chrysalis. It must at any cost keep on speaking terms with the universe that engendered it.
It is only in the lonely emergencies of life that our creed is tested: then routine maxims fail, and we fall back on our gods.
Religious awe is the same organic thrill which we feel in a forest at twilight, or in a mountain gorge.
Ninety-nine hundredths or, possibly, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousandths of our activity is purely automatic and habitual, from our rising in the morning to our lying down each night.
We and God have business with each other, and in opening ourselves to God’s influence our deepest destiny is fulfilled.
Impulse without reason is not enough, and reason without impulse is a poor makeshift.
History is a bath of blood.