Friday, April 4, 2008
If this life be not a real fight, in which something is eternally gained for the universe by success, it is no better than a game of private theatricals from which one may withdraw at will. But it feels like a real fight--as if there were something really wild in the universe which we, with all our idealities and faithfulness, are needed to redeem.
(qtd. Robert D. Richardson in William James: In the Maelstrom of Modernism)