[Kant] was like many people: in intellectual matters he was skeptical, but in moral matters he believed imjplicitly in the maximx that he had imbibed at his mother's knee.

If life is to be fully human it must serve some end which seems, in some sense, outside human life, some end which is impersonal and above mankind, such as God or truth or beauty. Those who best promote life do not have life for their purpose. They aim rather at what seems like a gradual incarnation, a bringing into our human existence of something eternal, something that appears to imagination to live in a heaven remote from strife and failure and the devouring jaws of Time.

There was, I think, never any reason to believe in any innate superiority of the male, except his superior muscle.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

It was the duty of wives to submit to husbands, not of husbands to submit to wives. . . men have stronger muscles than women.

What is matter? Never mind.

The happiness that is genuinely satisfying is accompanied by the fullest exercise of our faculties and the fullest realization of the world in which we live.