Every way of classifying a thing is but a way of handling it for some particular purpose.

Let anyone try, I will not say to arrest, but to notice or to attend to, the present moment of time. One of the most baffling experiences occurs. Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.

The 'I think' which Kant said must be able to accompany all my objects, is the 'I breathe' which actually does accompany them.

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

The only function that one experience can perform is to lead into another experience; and the only fulfillment we can speak of isthe reaching of a certain experienced end. When one experience leads to (or can lead to) the same end as another, they agree in function.

Truth, as any dictionary will tell you, is a property of certain of our ideas. It means their agreement, as falsity means their disagreement, with reality.

There is a voice inside which speaks and says, "This is the real me!"