Logic, like language, is partly a free construction and partly a means of symbolizing and harnessing in expression the existing diversities of things; and whilst some languages, given a man's constitution and habits, may seem more beautiful and convenient to him than others, it is a foolish heat in a patriot to insist that only his native language is intelligible or right.

Love, whether sexual, parental, or fraternal, is essentially sacrificial, and prompts a man to give his life for his friends.

Religion is the love of life in the consciousness of impotence.

One real world is enough.

Depression is rage spread thin.

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.

Man has an inexhuastible faculty for lying, especially to himself.