Man lives for science as well as bread.

In its broadest term, religion says that there is an unseen order, and that our supreme good lies in rightful relations to it.

The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with.

First... a new theory is attacked as absurd; then it is admitted to be true, but obvious and insignificant; finally it is seen to be so important that its adversaries claim that they themselves discovered it.

The good or bad is not in the circumstance, but only in the mind...that encounters it.

How can the moribund old man reason back to himself the romance, the mystery, the imminence of great things with which our old earth tingled for him in the days when he was young and well?

Far from being antecedent principles that animate the process, law, language, truth are but abstract names for its results.