If we were all given by magic the power to read each other's thoughts, I suppose the first effect would be to dissolve all friendships.

Unhappy business men, I am convinced, would increase their happiness more by walking six miles every day than by any conceivable change of philosophy.

There is no nonsense so errant that it cannot be made the creed of the vast majority by adequate governmental action.

Fundamental happiness depends more than anything else upon what may be called a friendly interest in persons and things.

Certain characteristics of the subject are clear. To begin with, we do not in this subject deal with particular things or particular properties: we deal formally with what can be said about any thing or any property. We are prepared to say that one and one are two, but not that Socrates and Plato are two.

I used, when I was younger, to take my holidays walking. I would cover 25 miles a day, and when the evening came I had no need of anything to keep me from boredom, since the delight of sitting amply sufficed.

This is one of those views which are so absolutely absurd that only very learned men could possibly adopt them.