Only the more uncompromising of the mystics still seek for knowledge in a silent land of absolute intuition, where the intellect finally lays down its conceptual tools, and rests from its pragmatic labors, while its works do not follow it, but are simply forgotten, and are as if they never had been.

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

I teach at Harvard that the world and the heavens, and the stars are all real, but not so damned real, you see.

And just because God attains and wins and finds this uniqueness all our lives win in our union with him the individuality which is essential to their true meaning.

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

Man you can define; but the true essence of any man, say, for instance, of Abraham Lincoln, remains the endlessly elusive and mysterious object of the biographer's interest, of the historian's comments, of popular legend, and of patriotic devotion.

Thinking is like loving and dying. Each of us must do it for himself.