Memory and hope constantly incite us to the extensions of the self which play so large a part in our daily life.

Unless you can find some sort of LOYALTY, you cannot find unity and peace in your active living.

Religious faith, indeed, relates to that which is above us, but it must arise from that which is within us.

Life involves passions, faiths, doubts, and courage.

The unique eludes us; yet we remain faithful to the ideal of it; and in spite of sense and of our merely abstract thinking, it becomes for us the most real thing in the actual world, although for us it is the elusive goal of an infinite quest.

This preparatory sort of idealism is the one that, as I just suggested, Berkeley made prominent, and, after a fashion familiar. I must state it in my own way, although one in vain seeks to attain novelty in illustrating so frequently described a view.

A self is, by its very essence, a being with a past. One must look lengthwise backwards in the stream of time in order to see theself, or its shadow, now moving with the stream, now eddying in the currents from bank to bank of its channel, and now strenuously straining onwards in the pursuit of its chosen good.