The Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
My external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside... the whole world for each is peculiar… — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
The force of the blow depends on the resistance. It is sometimes better not to struggle against temptation. Either fly or yield at once. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
The cost of a thing is what I call life which has to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
“One cannot remain in LOVE unless PERPETUALLY one falls in LOVE ANEW.” — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so… — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with… — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness. — F. H. Bradley Copy Share Image
