For the Absolute, as we now know, all life is individual, but is individual as expressing a meaning.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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