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
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
