The Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged.
F. H. BradleyMy external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside... the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.
F. H. BradleyThe world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.
F. H. BradleyThe hunter for aphorisms on human nature has to fish in muddy water, and he is even condemned to find much of his own mind.
F. H. Bradley