Quotes from F. H. Bradley

The mood in which my book was conceived and executed, was in fact to some extent a passing one.

One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.

There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.

We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.

The hunter for aphorisms on human nature has to fish in muddy water, and he is even condemned to find much of his own mind.

The one self- knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.

Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being.

The deadliest foe to virtue would be complete self-knowledge.

The cost of a thing is what I call life which has to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.

It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

Our live experiences fixed in aphorisms stiffen into cold epigram. Our heart's blood, as we write with it, darkens into ink.

Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.

One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

The one self-knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.

Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.

The force of the blow depends on the resistance. It is sometimes better not to struggle against temptation. Either fly or yield at once.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.

It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.

There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.