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

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.

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

Men accept without questioning that this world is real and important and worthwhile. This is faith. Philosophy is the ongoing questioning of this faith.

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

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

But you are alone. Yet I never tell what you are. And if your face lights up my world as no other can - well, this feeling too, when viewed as the mere psychologist has to view it, appears to be simply what all the other friends report about their friends.