Thinking is like loving and dying. Each of us must do it for himself.
Unless you can find some sort of loyalty, you cannot find unity and peace in your active living
Thinking is like loving or dying. Each of us must do it for ourselves.
I never felt a feeling that I knew or could know to be unlike the feelings of other people. I never consciously thought, except after patterns that the world or my fellows set for me.
For the Absolute, as we now know, all life is individual, but is individual as expressing a meaning.
God is One, all our lives have various and unique places in the harmony of the divine life.
God too longs; and because the Absolute Life itself, which dwells in our life, and inspires these very longings, possesses the true world, and is that world.
Interfere with the reality of my world, and you therefore take the very life and heart out of my will.
Of this our true individual life, our present life is a glimpse, a fragment, a hint, and in its best moments a visible beginning.
That this individual life of all of us is not something limited in its temporal expression to the life that now we experience, follows from the very fact that here nothing final or individual is found expressed.
Error is not a mere accident of an untrained intellect, but a necessary stage or feature or moment of the expression of the truth.
No baseness or cruelty of treason so deep or so tragic shall enter our human world, but that loyal love shall be able in due time to oppose to just that deed of treason its fitting deed of atonement.
The other aspect of idealism is the one which gives us our notion of the absolute Self. To it the first is only preparatory. This second aspect is the one which from Kant, until the present time, has formed the deeper problem of thought.
The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.
If I look to see what I ever did that, for all I now know, some other man might not have done, I am utterly unable to discover the certainly unique deed.