Selection is the very keel on which our mental ship is built. And in this case of memory its utility is obvious. If we remembered everything, we should on most occasions be as ill off as if we remembered nothing.

Marvelous as may be the power of my dog to understand my moods, deathless as his affection and fidelity, his mental state is as unsolved a mystery to me as it was to my remotest ancestor.

In modern eyes, precious though wars may be they must not be waged solely for the sake of the ideal harvest. Only when forced upon one, is a war now thought permissible.

The difference between objective and subjective extension is one of relation to a context solely.

Why may we not be in the universe, as our dogs and cats are in our drawingrooms and libraries?

When once a decision is reached and execution is the order of the day, dismiss absolutely all responsibility and care about the outcome.

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