We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard in order to… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Historical investigation has for its aim to fix the order and character of events throughout past time and in all places. The… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The line between what is known scientifically and what has to be assumed in order to support knowledge is impossible to draw.… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The Universe, so far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine; its extent, its order, its beauty, its… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Order, for a liberal, means only peace; and the hope of a profound peace was one of the chief motives in the… — 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 Image
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 Image
“The contemporary world has turned its back on the attempt and even on the desire to live reasonably.” — George Santayana Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Wealth, religion, military victory have more rhetorical than efficacious worth. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
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 Image
It is easier to make a saint out of a libertine than out of a prig. — George Santayana Copy Share Image
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 Image
