Philosophers have actually devoted themselves, in the main, neither to perceiving the world, nor to spinning webs of conceptual theory, but to interpreting the meaning of the civilizations which they have represented, and to attempting the interpretation of whatever minds in the universe, human or divine, they believed to be real.

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

So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

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

I never felt a feeling that I knew or could know to be unlike the feelings of other people. I never consciously thought, except after patterns that the world or my fellows set for me.

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

God too longs; and because the Absolute Life itself, which dwells in our life, and inspires these very longings, possesses the true world, and is that world.