My thinking is first and last and always for the sake of my doing, and I can only do one thing at a time.

As there is no worse lie than a truth misunderstood by those who hear it, so reasonable arguments, challenges to magnanimity, and appeals to sympathy or justice, are folly when we are dealing with human crocodiles and boa-constrictors.

To improve the golden moment of opportunity, and catch the good that is within our reach, is the great art of life.

When you have broken the reality into concepts you never can reconstruct it in its wholeness.

Experience, as we know, has a way of boiling over, and making us correct our present formulas.

Science must constantly be reminded that her purposes are not the only purposes and that the order of uniform causation which she has use for, and is therefore right in postulating, may be enveloped in a wider order, on which she has no claim at all.

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.