Religion, whatever it is, is a man's total reaction upon life.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries

Pretend what we may, the whole man within us is at work when we form our philosophical opinions. Intellect, will, taste, and passion co-operate just as they do in practical affairs; and lucky it is if the passion be not something as petty as a love of personal conquest over the philosopher across the way.

The most immutable barrier in nature is between one man's thoughts and another's.

A man has as many social selves as there are individuals who recognize him.

Men's activities are occupied into ways -- in grappling with external circumstances and in striving to set things at one in their own topsy-turvy mind.

Man lives for science as well as bread.

What every genuine philosopher (every genuine man, in fact) craves most is praise although the philosophers generally call it recognition!

Men are now proud of belonging to a conquering nation, and without a murmur they lay down their persons and their wealth, if by so doing they may fend off subjection.