There is nothing sweeter than to be sympathized with.

Even under the most favorable circumstances no mortal can be asked to seize the truth in its wholeness or at its center.

The universe, as far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine.... If we dramatize its life and conceive its spirit, we are filled with wonder, terror and amusement, so magnificent is the spirit.

There is (as I now find) no remorse for time long past, even for what may have mortified us or made us ashamed of ourselves when it was happening: there is a pleasant panoramic sense of what it all was and how it all had to be. Why, if we are not vain or snobbish, need we desire that it should have been different? The better things we missed may yet be enjoyed or attained by someone else somewhere: why isn't that just as good? And there is no regret, either, in the sense of wishing the past to return, or missing it: it is quite real enough as it is, there at its own date and place.

There are three traps that strangle philosophy: The church, the marriage bed, and the professor's chair.

What is false in the science of facts may be true in the science of values.

He thinks he believes only what he sees, but he is much better at believing than at seeing.