... I am the same personal being who in old times upon the Earth had those experiences.

Effort is the one strictly undervalued and original contribution we make to this world.

Millions of items in the outward order are present to my senses which never properly enter into my experience. Why? Because they have no interest for me. My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items which I notice shape my mind --without selective interest, experience is an utter chaos.

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.

... the intellect, everywhere invasive, shows everywhere its shallowing effect.

We don't laugh because we're happy - we're happy because we laugh.

To study the abnormal is the best way of understanding the normal.