Mental life is indeed practical through and through. It begins in practice and it ends in practice.

In the perception of a tree we can distinguish the act of experiencing, or perceiving, from the thing experienced, or perceived.

But though cognition is not an element of mental action, nor even in any real sense of the word an aspect of it, the distinction of cognition and conation has if properly defined a definite value.

Psychology is the science of the act of experiencing, and deals with the whole system of such acts as they make up mental life.

The interval between a cold expectation and a warm desire may be filled by expectations of varying degrees of warmth or by desires of varying degrees of coldness.

Curiosity begins as an act of tearing to pieces or analysis.

It may be added, to prevent misunderstanding, that when I speak of contemplated objects in this last phrase as objects of contemplation, the act of contemplation itself is of course an enjoyment.

But unfortunately Locke treated ideas of reflection as if they were another class of objects of contemplation beside ideas of sensation.

An expectation is a future object, recognised as belonging to me.

Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience.

We cannot therefore say that mental acts contain a cognitive as well as a conative element.

We must have clean air and water, and beautiful natural foods for everyone, everywhere.

I'm the color me happy girl, Miss live and let live. And when they're out for blood, I always give.

Both humanity's capacity to innovate and the incentives to innovate are greater today than at any other time in history.

Much work is merely a way to make money; much leisure is merely a way to spend it.

There has never been a communism that worked. They were all dictatorships or oligarchies, every single one.

Years ago on the set of Gunsmoke I read the book The Holy Science. Since then I have not eaten meat.

There is something about street dogs, about rescues; they have this knowing sense about them.

I'm almost back to being able to write as much as six hours a day .

To Love is to reach God.

Evil is unintelligible. It is just a thing in itself, like boarding a crowded commuter train wearing only a giant boa constrictor. There is no context which would make it explicable.