Experience is a mere whiff or rumble, produced by enormously complex and ill-deciphered causes of experience; and in the other direction, experience is a mere peephole through which glimpses come down to us of eternal things.

By nature's kindly disposition most questions which it is beyond a man's power to answer do not occur to him at all.

It is one thing to lack a heart and another to possess eyes and a just imagination.

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

At best, the true philosopher can fulfil his mission very imperfectly, which is to pilot himself, or at most a few voluntary companions who may find themselves in the same boat.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of facts.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.