To understand oneself is the classic form of consolation; to elude oneself is the romantic. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
love make us poets, and the approach of death should make us philosophers. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Half our standards come from our first masters, and the other half from our first loves. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Love is only half the illusion; the lover, but not his love, is deceived. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
There is no greater stupidity or meanness than to take uniformity for an ideal. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Since barbarism has its pleasures it naturally has its apologists. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Love, whether sexual, parental, or fraternal, is essentially sacrificial, and prompts a man to give his life for his friends. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The sophisticated concern about art sinks before a spontaneous love of reality, and I thank the photograph for being so transparent a… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
...so in love the heart surrenders itself entirely to the one being known how to touch it. That being is not selected… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality…The… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
A grateful environment is a substitute for happiness. It can quicken us from without as a fixed hope and affection, or as… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
... so in love the heart surrenders itself entirely to the one being that has known how to touch it. That being… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Love is a brilliant illustration of a principle everywhere discoverable: namely, that human reason lives by turning the friction of material forces… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Sex endows the individual with a dumb and powerful instinct, which carries his body and soul continually towards another, makes it one… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
“What ought to be imperfect in time is, because of its very imperfection there, perfect when viewed under the form of eternity.… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
“Now the zest of romanticism consists in taking what you know is an independent and ancient world as if it were material… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again — George Santayana Copy Share Image
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
People are usually more firmly convinced that their opinions are precious than that they are true. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil. — George Santayana Copy Share
To attempt to be religious without practicing a specific religion is as possible as attempting to speak without a specific language. — George Santayana Copy Share
“The contemporary world has turned its back on the attempt and even on the desire to live reasonably.” — George Santayana Copy Share
The pride of the artisan in his art and its uses is pride in himself...It is in his skill and ability to make things… — George Santayana Copy Share
Towers in a modern town are a frill and a survival; they seem like the raised hands of the various churches, afraid of being… — George Santayana Copy Share
Wealth, religion, military victory have more rhetorical than efficacious worth. — George Santayana Copy Share
Whoever it was who searched the heavens with a telescope and found no God would not have found the human mind if he had… — George Santayana Copy Share
Experience is a mere whiff or rumble, produced by enormously complex and ill-deciphered causes of experience; and in the other direction, experience is a… — George Santayana Copy Share
Miracles are propitious accidents, the natural causes of which are too complicated to be readily understood. — George Santayana Copy Share
Memory itself is an internal rumour; and when to this hearsay within the mind we add the falsified echoes that reach us from others,… — George Santayana Copy Share
