We are not only gregarious animals, liking to be in sight of our fellows, but we have an innate propensity to get ourselves noticed, and noticed favorably, by our kind.

Ideas are so much flat psychological surface unless some mirrored matter gives them cognitive lustre. This is why as a pragmatistI have so carefully posited 'reality' ab initio, and why throughout my whole discussion, I remain an epistemologist realist.

Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves ... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean's bottom.

Act the part and you will become the part.

The mind, in short, works on the data it receives very much as the sculptor works on his block of stone.

'Facts' are the bounds of human knowledge, set for it, not by it.

There is an organic affinity between joyousness and tenderness, and their companionship in the saintly life need in no way occasion surprise.