On pragmatistic principles, if the hypothesis of God works satisfactorily in the widest sense of the word, it is true.

Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.

Our beliefs are really rules for action.

The self-same atoms which, chaotically dispersed, made the nebula, now, jammed and temporarily caught in peculiar positions, form our brains; and the 'evolution' of brains, if understood, would be simply the account of how the atoms came to be so caught and jammed.

The old question of whether there is design is idle. The real question is what is the world, whether or not it have a designer--and that can be revealed only by the study of all nature's particulars.

Mankind's common instinct for reality has always held the world to be essentially a theatre for heroism.

Man alone of all the creatures of earth can change his own pattern. Man alone is the architect of his own destiny.