Like all science, psychology is knowledge; and like science again, it is knowledge of a definite thing, the mind.

In the first place, Descartes stands for the most explicit and uncompromising dualism between mind and matter.

The dualism itself becomes a sort of presupposition or datum; its terms condition the further problem.

All along we find that social life - religion, politics, art - reflects the stages reached in the development of the knowledge of self; it shows the social uses made of this knowledge.

Feeling is the consciousness of the resulting conditions - of success, failure, equilibrium, compromise or balance, in this continuous rivalry of ideas.

Heredity provides for the modification of its own machinery.

The development of the meaning attaching to the personal self, the conscious being, is the subject matter of the history of psychology.

In Socrates' thought the two marks of individual self-consciousness appear; it is practical and it is social.

Plato stands for the union of truth and goodness in the supreme idea of God.

Pythagoras took the next important step by subordinating the mere matter of nature to its essential principle of form and order, identifying the latter with reason or the soul.

The prehistorical and primitive period represents the true infancy of the mind.

You cannot connect with anyone except through reality.

Don't play with others, or at one day, you will be played by others.

There’s no more perfect way to fall asleep then having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.

Music is the universe where everything is allowed

We receive the truths of science by compulsion. Nothing but ignorance is able to resist them.

I have two pairs of stretchy maternity leggings and jeans, which I will never give up, because once you experience an elastic band for a waist, you will never go back.

Precedents are dangerous things; let the rein of government then be braced and held with a steady hand.

If it stays as it is I can't see it altering.

I've got a bit of Scottish Blood... On my kitchen knife!!

I need to talk to Clarisse," Annabeth said. I stared at her as if she'd just said "I need to eat a large, smelly boot." "What for?