People who are aware of, and ashamed of, their prejudices are well on the road to eliminating them.

Open-mindedness is considered to be a virtue. But, strictly speaking, it cannot occur. A new experience must be redacted into old categories. We cannot handle each event freshly in its own right. If we did so, of what use would past experience be?

Given a thimbleful of [dramatic] facts we rush to make generalizations as large as a tub.

We cannot know the young child's personality by studying his systems of interest, for his attention is as yet too labile, his reactions impulsive, and interests unformed. From adolescence onward, however, the surest clue to personality is the hierarchy of interests, including the loves and loyalties of adult life.

It is not that we have class prejudice, but only that we find comfort and ease in our own class. And normally there are plenty of people of our own class, or race, or religion to play, live, and eat with, and to marry.

The mature religious sentiment is ordinarily fashioned in the workshop of doubt.

Each person is an idiom unto himself, an apparent violation of the syntax of the species.