From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth. Consciousness illuminates it by paying attention to it.

From my first articles to my latest book I have written so much, and perhaps too much, only because I cannot keep from being drawn toward everyday life, toward…

From the humanitarian idylls of the eighteenth century to the bloodstained gallows the way leads directly; and the executioners of today, as everyone knows, ar…

For twenty centuries the sum total of evil has not diminished in the world.

The last peculiarity of consciousness to which attention is to be drawn in this first rough description of its stream is that it is always interested more in o…

We had no sooner taken our seats in the railway carriage and the train was beginning to move slowly out of the station when the guard came along the corridor a…

Where there's no stop and go a thought may wet your face, a breath arreat your stare.