It is the very essence of intelligence to coordinate means with a view to a remote end, and to undertake what it does not feel absolutely sure of carrying out. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is found in the effect was already in the cause. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
Action on the move creates its own route, creates to a very great extent the conditions under which it is to be fulfilled and… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
Intuition is a method of feeling one's way intellectually into the inner heart of a thing, in order to locate what is unique and… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
“But, then, I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, which does not change every moment, since there… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial objects, especially tools to make tools,… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
It is of man's essence to create materially and morally, to fabricate things and to fabricate himself. Homo faber is the definition I propose… — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
The only cure for vanity is laughter. And the only fault that's laughable is vanity. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of making and using unorganized instruments. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
Intelligence is the faculty of making artificial objects, especially tools to make tools. — Henri Bergson Copy Share Image
