Life involves passions, faiths, doubts, and courage.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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