A great society is a society in which its men of business think greatly of their functions.

It does not matter what men say in words, so long as their activities are controlled by settled instincts. The words may ultimately destroy the instincts; but until this has occurred, words do not count.

Without adventure all civilization is full of decay. Adventure rarely reaches its predetermined end. Columbus never reached China.

Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience.

The real history does not get written, because it is not in people's brains but in their nerves and vitals.

The fact of the religious vision, and its history of persistent expansion, is our one ground for optimism. Apart from it, human life is a flash of occasional enjoyments lighting up a mass of pain and misery, a bagatelle of transient experience.

On the ostensible exactitude of certain branches of human knowledge, including mathematics. The exactness is a fake.