Pragmatism and the Conception of Thruth
Pragmatism and the Conception of ThruthLecture I. — The Present Dilemma in PhilosophyLecture II. — What Pragmatism MeansLecture III. — Some Metaphysical Problems Pragmatically ConsideredLecture IV. — The One and the ManyLecture V. — Pragmatism and Common SenseLecture VI. — Pragmatism's Conception of TruthLecture VII. — Pragmatism and HumanismLecture VIII. — Pragmatism and ReligionCopyright
Pragmatism and the Conception of Thruth
William James
Lecture I. — The Present Dilemma in Philosophy
In the preface to that admirable collection of essays of his called
'Heretics,' Mr. Chesterton writes these words: "There are some
people—and I am one of them—who think that the most practical and
important thing about a man is still his view of the universe. We
think that for a landlady considering a lodger, it is important to
know his income, but still more important to know his philosophy.
We think that for a general about to fight an enemy, it is
important to know the enemy's numbers, but still more important to
know the enemy's philosophy. We think the question is not whether
the theory of the cosmos affects matters, but whether, in the long
run, anything else affects them."
I think with Mr. Chesterton in this matter. I know that you, ladies
and gentlemen, have a philosophy, each and all of you, and that the
most interesting and important thing about you is the way in which
it determines the perspective in your several worlds. You know the
same of me. And yet I confess to a certain tremor at the audacity
of the enterprise which I am about to begin. For the philosophy
which is so important in each of us is not a technical matter; it
is our more or less dumb sense of what life honestly and deeply
means. It is only partly got from books; it is our individual way
of just seeing and feeling the total push and pressure of the
cosmos. I have no right to assume that many of you are students of
the cosmos in the class-room sense, yet here I stand desirous of
interesting you in a philosophy which to no small extent has to be
technically treated. I wish to fill you with sympathy with a
contemporaneous tendency in which I profoundly believe, and yet I
have to talk like a professor to you who are not students. Whatever
universe a professor believes in must at any rate be a universe
that lends itself to lengthy discourse. A universe definable in two
sentences is something for which the professorial intellect has no
use. No faith in anything of that cheap kind! I have heard friends
and colleagues try to popularize philosophy in this very hall, but
they soon grew dry, and then technical, and the results were only
partially encouraging. So my enterprise is a bold one. The founder
of pragmatism himself recently gave a course of lectures at the
Lowell Institute with that very word in its title-flashes of
brilliant light relieved against Cimmerian darkness! None of us, I
fancy, understood ALL that he said—yet here I stand, making a very
similar venture.
I risk it because the very lectures I speak of DREW—they brought
good audiences. There is, it must be confessed, a curious
fascination in hearing deep things talked about, even tho neither
we nor the disputants understand them. We get the problematic
thrill, we feel the presence of the vastness. Let a controversy
begin in a smoking-room anywhere, about free-will or God's
omniscience, or good and evil, and see how everyone in the place
pricks up his ears. Philosophy's results concern us all most
vitally, and philosophy's queerest arguments tickle agreeably our
sense of subtlety and ingenuity.
Believing in philosophy myself devoutly, and believing also that a
kind of new dawn is breaking upon us philosophers, I feel impelled,
per fas aut nefas, to try to impart to you some news of the
situation.
Philosophy is at once the most sublime and the most trivial of
human pursuits. It works in the minutest crannies and it opens out
the widest vistas. It 'bakes no bread,' as has been said, but it
can inspire our souls with courage; and repugnant as its manners,
its doubting and challenging, its quibbling and dialectics, often
are to common people, no one of us can get along without the
far-flashing beams of light it sends over the world's perspectives.
These illuminations at least, and the contrast-effects of darkness
and mystery that accompany them, give to what it says an interest
that is much more than professional.
The history of philosophy is to a great extent that of a certain
clash of human temperaments. Undignified as such a treatment may
seem to some of my colleagues, I shall have to take account of this
clash and explain a good many of the divergencies of philosophers
by it. Of whatever temperament a professional philosopher is, he
tries when philosophizing to sink the fact of his temperament.
Temperament is no conventionally recognized reason, so he urges
impersonal reasons only for his conclusions. Yet his temperament
really gives him a stronger bias than any of his more strictly
objective premises. It loads the evidence for him one way or the
other, making for a more sentimental or a more hard-hearted view of
the universe, just as this fact or that principle would. He trusts
his temperament. Wanting a universe that suits it, he believes in
any representation of the universe that does suit it. He feels men
of opposite temper to be out of key with the world's character, and
in his heart considers them incompetent and 'not in it,' in the
philosophic business, even tho they may far excel him in
dialectical ability.
Yet in the forum he can make no claim, on the bare ground of his
temperament, to superior discernment or authority. There arises
thus a certain insincerity in our philosophic discussions: the
potentest of all our premises is never mentioned. I am sure it
would contribute to clearness if in these lectures we should break
this rule and mention it, and I accordingly feel free to do
so.
Of course I am talking here of very positively marked men, men of
radical idiosyncracy, who have set their stamp and likeness on
philosophy and figure in its history. Plato, Locke, Hegel, Spencer,
are such temperamental thinkers. Most of us have, of course, no
very definite intellectual temperament, we are a mixture of
opposite ingredients, each one present very moderately. We hardly
know our own preferences in abstract matters; some of us are easily
talked out of them, and end by following the fashion or taking up
with the beliefs of the most impressive philosopher in our
neighborhood, whoever he may be. But the one thing that has COUNTED
so far in philosophy is that a man should see things, see them
straight in his own peculiar way, and be dissatisfied with any
opposite way of seeing them. There is no reason to suppose that
this strong temperamental vision is from now onward to count no
longer in the history of man's beliefs.
Now the particular difference of temperament that I have in mind in
making these remarks is one that has counted in literature, art,
government and manners as well as in philosophy. In manners we find
formalists and free-and-easy persons. In government, authoritarians
and anarchists. In literature, purists or academicals, and
realists. In art, classics and romantics. You recognize these
contrasts as familiar; well, in philosophy we have a very similar
contrast expressed in the pair of terms 'rationalist' and
'empiricist,' 'empiricist' meaning your lover of facts in all their
crude variety, 'rationalist' meaning your devotee to abstract and
eternal principles. No one can live an hour without both facts and
principles, so it is a difference rather of emphasis; yet it breeds
antipathies of the most pungent character between those who lay the
emphasis differently; and we shall find it extraordinarily
convenient to express a certain contrast in men's ways of taking
their universe, by talking of the 'empiricist' and of the
'rationalist' temper. These terms make the contrast simple and
massive.
More simple and massive than are usually the men of whom the terms
are predicated. For every sort of permutation and combination is
possible in human nature; and if I now proceed to define more fully
what I have in mind when I speak of rationalists and empiricists,
by adding to each of those titles some secondary qualifying
characteristics, I beg you to regard my conduct as to a certain
extent arbitrary. I select types of combination that nature offers
very frequently, but by no means uniformly, and I select them
solely for their convenience in helping me to my ulterior purpose
of characterizing pragmatism. Historically we find the terms
'intellectualism' and 'sensationalism' used as synonyms of
'rationalism' and 'empiricism.' Well, nature seems to combine most
frequently with intellectualism an idealistic and optimistic
tendency. Empiricists on the other hand are not uncommonly
materialistic, and their optimism is apt to be decidedly
conditional and tremulous. Rationalism is always monistic. It
starts from wholes and universals, and makes much of the unity of
things. Empiricism starts from the parts, and makes of the whole a
collection-is not averse therefore to calling itself pluralistic.
Rationalism usually considers itself more religious than
empiricism, but there is much to say about this claim, so I merely
mention it. It is a true claim when the individual rationalist is
what is called a man of feeling, and when the individual empiricist
prides himself on being hard-headed. In that case the rationalist
will usually also be in favor of what is called free-will, and the
empiricist will be a fatalist—I use the terms most popularly
current. The rationalist finally will be of dogmatic temper in his
affirmations, while the empiricist may be more sceptical and open
to discussion.
I will write these traits down in two columns. I think you will
practically recognize the two types of mental make-up that I mean
if I head the columns by the titles 'tender-minded' and
'tough-minded' respectively.
THE TENDER-MINDED
Rationalistic (going by 'principles'), Intellectualistic,
Idealistic, Optimistic, Religious, Free-willist, Monistic,
Dogmatical.
THE TOUGH-MINDED
Empiricist (going by 'facts'), Sensationalistic, Materialistic,
Pessimistic, Irreligious, Fatalistic, Pluralistic, Sceptical.
Pray postpone for a moment the question whether the two contrasted
mixtures which I have written down are each inwardly coherent and
self-consistent or not—I shall very soon have a good deal to say on
that point. It suffices for our immediate purpose that
tender-minded and tough-minded people, characterized as I have
written them down, do both exist. Each of you probably knows some
well-marked example of each type, and you know what each example
thinks of the example on the other side of the line. They have a
low opinion of each other. Their antagonism, whenever as
individuals their temperaments have been intense, has formed in all
ages a part of the philosophic atmosphere of the time. It forms a
part of the philosophic atmosphere to-day. The tough think of the
tender as sentimentalists and soft-heads. The tender feel the tough
to be unrefined, callous, or brutal. Their mutual reaction is very
much like that that takes place when Bostonian tourists mingle with
a population like that of Cripple Creek. Each type believes the
other to be inferior to itself; but disdain in the one case is
mingled with amusement, in the other it has a dash of fear.
Now, as I have already insisted, few of us are tender-foot
Bostonians pure and simple, and few are typical Rocky Mountain
toughs, in philosophy. Most of us have a hankering for the good
things on both sides of the line. Facts are good, of course—give us
lots of facts. Principles are good—give us plenty of principles.
The world is indubitably one if you look at it in one way, but as
indubitably is it many, if you look at it in another. It is both
one and many—let us adopt a sort of pluralistic monism. Everything
of course is necessarily determined, and yet of course our wills
are free: a sort of free-will determinism is the true philosophy.
The evil of the parts is undeniable; but the whole can't be evil:
so practical pessimism may be combined with metaphysical optimism.
And so forth—your ordinary philosophic layman never being a
radical, never straightening out his system, but living vaguely in
one plausible compartment of it or another to suit the temptations
of successive hours.
But some of us are more than mere laymen in philosophy. We are
worthy of the name of amateur athletes, and are vexed by too much
inconsistency and vacillation in our creed. We cannot preserve a
good intellectual conscience so long as we keep mixing
incompatibles from opposite sides of the line.
And now I come to the first positively important point which I wish
to make. Never were as many men of a decidedly empiricist
proclivity in existence as there are at the present day. Our
children, one may say, are almost born scientific. But our esteem
for facts has not neutralized in us all religiousness. It is itself
almost religious. Our scientific temper is devout. Now take a man
of this type, and let him be also a philosophic amateur, unwilling
to mix a hodge-podge system after the fashion of a common layman,
and what does he find his situation to be, in this blessed year of
our Lord 1906? He wants facts; he wants science; but he also wants
a religion. And being an amateur and not an independent originator
in philosophy he naturally looks for guidance to the experts and
professionals whom he finds already in the field. A very large
number of you here present, possibly a majority of you, are
amateurs of just this sort.
Now what kinds of philosophy do you find actually offered to meet
your need? You find an empirical philosophy that is not religious
enough, and a religious philosophy that is not empirical enough for
your purpose. If you look to the quarter where facts are most
considered you find the whole tough-minded program in operation,
and the 'conflict between science and religion' in full blast.
Either it is that Rocky Mountain tough of a Haeckel with his
materialistic monism, his ether-god and his jest at your God as a
'gaseous vertebrate'; or it is Spencer treating the world's history
as a redistribution of matter and motion solely, and bowing
religion politely out at the front door:—she may indeed continue to
exist, but she must never show her face inside the temple. For a
hundred and fifty years past the progress of science has seemed to
mean the enlargement of the material universe and the diminution of
man's importance. The result is what one may call the growth of
naturalistic or positivistic feeling. Man is no law-giver to
nature, he is an absorber. She it is who stands firm; he it is who
must accommodate himself. Let him record truth, inhuman tho it be,
and submit to it! The romantic spontaneity and courage are gone,
the vision is materialistic and depressing. Ideals appear as inert
by-products of physiology; what is higher is explained by what is
lower and treated forever as a case of 'nothing but'—nothing but
something else of a quite inferior sort. You get, in short, a
materialistic universe, in which only the tough-minded find
themselves congenially at home.
If now, on the other hand, you turn to the religious quarter for
consolation, and take counsel of the tender-minded philosophies,
what do you find?
Religious philosophy in our day and generation is, among us
English-reading people, of two main types. One of these is more
radical and aggressive, the other has more the air of fighting a
slow retreat. By the more radical wing of religious philosophy I
mean the so-called transcendental idealism of the Anglo-Hegelian
school, the philosophy of such men as Green, the Cairds, Bosanquet,
and Royce. This philosophy has greatly influenced the more studious
members of our protestant ministry. It is pantheistic, and
undoubtedly it has already blunted the edge of the traditional
theism in protestantism at large.
That theism remains, however. It is the lineal descendant, through
one stage of concession after another, of the dogmatic scholastic
theism still taught rigorously in the seminaries of the catholic
church. For a long time it used to be called among us the
philosophy of the Scottish school. It is what I meant by the
philosophy that has the air of fighting a slow retreat. Between the
encroachments of the hegelians and other philosophers of the
'Absolute,' on the one hand, and those of the scientific
evolutionists and agnostics, on the other, the men that give us
this kind of a philosophy, James Martineau, Professor Bowne,
Professor Ladd and others, must feel themselves rather tightly
squeezed. Fair-minded and candid as you like, this philosophy is
not radical in temper. It is eclectic, a thing of compromises, that
seeks a modus vivendi above all things. It accepts the facts of
darwinism, the facts of cerebral physiology, but it does nothing
active or enthusiastic with them. It lacks the victorious and
aggressive note. It lacks prestige in consequence; whereas
absolutism has a certain prestige due to the more radical style of
it.
These two systems are what you have to choose between if you turn
to the tender-minded school. And if you are the lovers of facts I
have supposed you to be, you find the trail of the serpent of
rationalism, of intellectualism, over everything that lies on that
side of the line. You escape indeed the materialism that goes with
the reigning empiricism; but you pay for your escape by losing
contact with the concrete parts of life. The more absolutistic
philosophers dwell on so high a level of abstraction that they
never even try to come down. The absolute mind which they offer us,
the mind that makes our universe by thinking it, might, for aught
they show us to the contrary, have made any one of a million other
universes just as well as this. You can deduce no single actual
particular from the notion of it. It is compatible with any state
of things whatever being true here below. And the theistic God is
almost as sterile a principle. You have to go to the world which he
has created to get any inkling of his actual character: he is the
kind of god that has once for all made that kind of a world. The
God of the theistic writers lives on as purely abstract heights as
does the Absolute. Absolutism has a certain sweep and dash about
it, while the usual theism is more insipid, but both are equally
remote and vacuous. What you want is a philosophy that will not
only exercise your powers of intellectual abstraction, but that
will make some positive connexion with this actual world of finite
human lives.
You want a system that will combine both things, the scientific
loyalty to facts and willingness to take account of them, the
spirit of adaptation and accommodation, in short, but also the old
confidence in human values and the resultant spontaneity, whether
of the religious or of the romantic type. And this is then your
dilemma: you find the two parts of your quaesitum hopelessly
separated. You find empiricism with inhumanism and irreligion; or
else you find a rationalistic philosophy that indeed may call
itself religious, but that keeps out of all definite touch with
concrete facts and joys and sorrows.
I am not sure how many of you live close enough to philosophy to
realize fully what I mean by this last reproach, so I will dwell a
little longer on that unreality in all rationalistic systems by
which your serious believer in facts is so apt to feel
repelled.
I wish that I had saved the first couple of pages of a thesis which
a student handed me a year or two ago. They illustrated my point so
clearly that I am sorry I cannot read them to you now. This young
man, who was a graduate of some Western college, began by saying
that he had always taken for granted that when you entered a
philosophic class-room you had to open relations with a universe
entirely distinct from the one you left behind you in the street.
The two were supposed, he said, to have so little to do with each
other, that you could not possibly occupy your mind with them at
the same time. The world of concrete personal experiences to which
the street belongs is multitudinous beyond imagination, tangled,
muddy, painful and perplexed. The world to which your
philosophy-professor introduces you is simple, clean and noble. The
contradictions of real life are absent from it. Its architecture is
classic. Principles of reason trace its outlines, logical
necessities cement its parts. Purity and dignity are what it most
expresses. It is a kind of marble temple shining on a hill.
In point of fact it is far less an account of this actual world
than a clear addition built upon it, a classic sanctuary in which
the rationalist fancy may take refuge from the intolerably confused
and gothic character which mere facts present. It is no EXPLANATION
of our concrete universe, it is another thing altogether, a
substitute for it, a remedy, a way of escape.
Its temperament, if I may use the word temperament here, is utterly
alien to the temperament of existence in the concrete. REFINEMENT
is what characterizes our intellectualist philosophies. They
exquisitely satisfy that craving for a refined object of
contemplation which is so powerful an appetite of the mind. But I
ask you in all seriousness to look abroad on this colossal universe
of concrete facts, on their awful bewilderments, their surprises
and cruelties, on the wildness which they show, and then to tell me
whether 'refined' is the one inevitable descriptive adjective that
springs to your lips.
Refinement has its place in things, true enough. But a philosophy
that breathes out nothing but refinement will never satisfy the
empiricist temper of mind. It will seem rather a monument of
artificiality. So we find men of science preferring to turn their
backs on metaphysics as on something altogether cloistered and
spectral, and practical men shaking philosophy's dust off their
feet and following the call of the wild.
Truly there is something a little ghastly in the satisfaction with
which a pure but unreal system will fill a rationalist mind.
Leibnitz was a rationalist mind, with infinitely more interest in
facts than most rationalist minds can show. Yet if you wish for
superficiality incarnate, you have only to read that charmingly
written 'Theodicee' of his, in which he sought to justify the ways
of God to man, and to prove that the world we live in is the best
of possible worlds. Let me quote a specimen of what I mean.
Among other obstacles to his optimistic philosophy, it falls to
Leibnitz to consider the number of the eternally damned. That it is
infinitely greater, in our human case, than that of those saved he
assumes as a premise from the theologians, and then proceeds to
argue in this way. Even then, he says:
"The evil will appear as almost nothing in comparison with the
good, if we once consider the real magnitude of the City of God.
Coelius Secundus Curio has written a little book, 'De Amplitudine
Regni Coelestis,' which was reprinted not long ago. But he failed
to compass the extent of the kingdom of the heavens. The ancients
had small ideas of the works of God. ... It seemed to them that
only our earth had inhabitants, and even the notion of our
antipodes gave them pause. The rest of the world for them consisted
of some shining globes and a few crystalline spheres. But to-day,
whatever be the limits that we may grant or refuse to the Universe
we must recognize in it a countless number of globes, as big as
ours or bigger, which have just as much right as it has to support
rational inhabitants, tho it does not follow that these need all be
men. Our earth is only one among the six principal satellites of
our sun. As all the fixed stars are suns, one sees how small a
place among visible things our earth takes up, since it is only a
satellite of one among them. Now all these suns MAY be inhabited by
none but happy creatures; and nothing obliges us to believe that
the number of damned persons is very great; for a VERY FEW
INSTANCES AND SAMPLES SUFFICE FOR THE UTILITY WHICH GOOD DRAWS FROM
EVIL. Moreover, since there is no reason to suppose that there are
stars everywhere, may there not be a great space beyond the region
of the stars? And this immense space, surrounding all this region,
... may be replete with happiness and glory. ... What now becomes
of the consideration of our Earth and of its denizens? Does it not
dwindle to something incomparably less than a physical point, since
our Earth is but a point compared with the distance of the fixed
stars. Thus the part of the Universe which we know, being almost
lost in nothingness compared with that which is unknown to us, but
which we are yet obliged to admit; and all the evils that we know
lying in this almost-nothing; it follows that the evils may be
almost-nothing in comparison with the goods that the Universe
contains."
Leibnitz continues elsewhere: "There is a kind of justice which
aims neither at the amendment of the criminal, nor at furnishing an
example to others, nor at the reparation of the injury. This
justice is founded in pure fitness, which finds a certain
satisfaction in the expiation of a wicked deed. The Socinians and
Hobbes objected to this punitive justice, which is properly
vindictive justice and which God has reserved for himself at many
junctures. ... It is always founded in the fitness of things, and
satisfies not only the offended party, but all wise lookers-on,
even as beautiful music or a fine piece of architecture satisfies a
well-constituted mind. It is thus that the torments of the damned
continue, even tho they serve no longer to turn anyone away from
sin, and that the rewards of the blest continue, even tho they
confirm no one in good ways. The damned draw to themselves ever new
penalties by their continuing sins, and the blest attract ever
fresh joys by their unceasing progress in good. Both facts are
founded on the principle of fitness, ... for God has made all
things harmonious in perfection as I have already said."
Leibnitz's feeble grasp of reality is too obvious to need comment
from me. It is evident that no realistic image of the experience of
a damned soul had ever approached the portals of his mind. Nor had
it occurred to him that the smaller is the number of 'samples' of
the genus 'lost-soul' whom God throws as a sop to the eternal
fitness, the more unequitably grounded is the glory of the blest.
What he gives us is a cold literary exercise, whose cheerful
substance even hell-fire does not warm.
And do not tell me that to show the shallowness of rationalist
philosophizing I have had to go back to a shallow wigpated age. The
optimism of present-day rationalism sounds just as shallow to the
fact-loving mind. The actual universe is a thing wide open, but
rationalism makes systems, and systems must be closed. For men in
practical life perfection is something far off and still in process
of achievement. This for rationalism is but the illusion of the
finite and relative: the absolute ground of things is a perfection
eternally complete.
I find a fine example of revolt against the airy and shallow
optimism of current religious philosophy in a publication of that
valiant anarchistic writer Morrison I. Swift. Mr. Swift's anarchism
goes a little farther than mine does, but I confess that I
sympathize a good deal, and some of you, I know, will sympathize
heartily with his dissatisfaction with the idealistic optimisms now
in vogue. He begins his pamphlet on 'Human Submission' with a
series of city reporter's items from newspapers (suicides, deaths
from starvation and the like) as specimens of our civilized regime.
For instance:
"'After trudging through the snow from one end of the city to the
other in the vain hope of securing employment, and with his wife
and six children without food and ordered to leave their home in an
upper east side tenement house because of non-payment of rent, John
Corcoran, a clerk, to-day ended his life by drinking carbolic acid.
Corcoran lost his position three weeks ago through illness, and
during the period of idleness his scanty savings disappeared.
Yesterday he obtained work with a gang of city snow shovelers, but
he was too weak from illness and was forced to quit after an hour's
trial with the shovel. Then the weary task of looking for
employment was again resumed. Thoroughly discouraged, Corcoran
returned to his home late last night to find his wife and children
without food and the notice of dispossession on the door.' On the
following morning he drank the poison.
"The records of many more such cases lie before me [Mr. Swift goes
on]; an encyclopedia might easily be filled with their kind. These
few I cite as an interpretation of the universe. 'We are aware of
the presence of God in His world,' says a writer in a recent
English Review. [The very presence of ill in the temporal order is
the condition of the perfection of the eternal order, writes
Professor Royce ('The World and the Individual,' II, 385).] 'The
Absolute is the richer for every discord, and for all diversity
which it embraces,' says F. H. Bradley (Appearance and Reality,
204). He means that these slain men make the universe richer, and
that is Philosophy. But while Professors Royce and Bradley and a
whole host of guileless thoroughfed thinkers are unveiling Reality
and the Absolute and explaining away evil and pain, this is the
condition of the only beings known to us anywhere in the universe
with a developed consciousness of what the universe is. What these
people experience IS Reality. It gives us an absolute phase of the
universe. It is the personal experience of those most qualified in
all our circle of knowledge to HAVE experience, to tell us WHAT is.
Now, what does THINKING ABOUT the experience of these persons come
to compared with directly, personally feeling it, as they feel it?
The philosophers are dealing in shades, while those who live and
feel know truth. And the mind of mankind-not yet the mind of
philosophers and of the proprietary class-but of the great mass of
the silently thinking and feeling men, is coming to this view. They
are judging the universe as they have heretofore permitted the
hierophants of religion and learning to judge THEM. ...