Our normal sense of the person as a lonely island of consciousness, is a dramatic illusion based on theological imagery.

The greater part of human activity is designed to make permanent those experiences and joys which are only lovable because they are changing.

The self-styled practical man of affairs who pooh-poohs philosophy as a lot of windy notions is himself a pragmatist or a positivist, and a bad one at that, since he has given no thought to his position.

You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o'-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.