Life is one long struggle between conclusions based on abstract ways of conceiving cases, and opposite conclusions prompted by our instinctive perception of them.

In the dim background of our mind we know meanwhile what we ought to be doing: getting up, dressing ourselves, answering the person who has spoken to us, trying to make the next step in our reasoning. But somehow we cannot start.

An act has no ethical quality whatever unless it be chosen out of several all equally possible.

Once you accept an idea, it's an idea whose time has come.

If you give appreciation to people, you win their goodwill. But more important than that, practicing this philosophy has made a different person of me.

Truth happens to an idea

The drunken consciousness is one bit of the mystic consciousness, and our total opinion of it must find its place in our opinion of that larger whole.