I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, that does not change every moment.

What philosophy has lacked most of all is precision.

Materiality begets oblivion.

Intuition is a method of feeling one’s way intellectually into the inner heart of a thing to locate what is unique and inexpressible in it.

The world that our senses and our consciousness habitually acquaint us with is now nothing more than the shadow of itself; and it is cold like death.

Matter and mind have this in common, that certain superficial agitations of matter are expressed in our minds, superficially, in the form of sensations; and on the other hand, the mind, in order to act upon the body, must descend little by little toward matter and become spatialized. It follows that the intelligence, although turned toward external things, can still be exerted on things internal, provided that it does not claim to plunge too deeply.

To ease another’s burden, help to carry it.

Disorder is simply the order we are not looking for.

Time is invention and nothing else.

Social thought is unable not to keep its original structure.