Art Is A Delayed Echo.

One's Friends Are That Part Of The Human Race With Which One Can Be Human.

There Are Three Traps That Strangle Philosophy: The Church, The Marriage Bed, And The Professor's Chair.

Philosophy Is A More Intense Sort Of Experience Than Common Life Is, Just As Pure And Subtle Music, Heard In Retirement, Is Something Keener And More Intense Than The Howling Of Storms Or The Rumble Of Cities.

To Know What People Really Think, Pay Regard To What They Do, Rather Than What They Say.

There Is No Greater Stupidity Or Meanness Than To Take Uniformity For An Ideal.