Forgetting our purpose is the most frequent form of folly.
Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept.
Between two absolutely different spheres, as between subject and object, there is no causality, no correctness, and no expression; there is, at most, an aesthetic relation.
Belief in the truth commences with the doubting of all those “truths” we once believed.
A little health on and off is the best remedy for the invalid.
