We are doomed to cling to a life even while we find it unendurable.
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?
How pleasant is the day when we give up striving to be young-or slender.
A chain is no stronger than its weakest link, and life is after all a chain.
To know an object is to lead to it through a context which the world provides
The total possible consciousness may be split into parts which co-exist but mutually ignore each other.