Our search for certainty rests in our attempts at understanding the history of all individual selves and all civilizations. Beyond that, there is only awe.

It is by metaphor that language grows.

History does not move by leaps into unrelated novelty, but rather by the selective emphasis of aspects of its own immediate past.

No one is moral among the god-controlled puppets of the _Iliad_. Good and evil do not exist.

Consciousness is a much smaller part of our mental life than we are conscious of, because we cannot be conscious of what we are not conscious of.

We can only know in the nervous system what we have known in behavior first.

Indeed, it is sometimes almost as if the problem had to be forgotten to be solved.