During the year 1924, at the age of sixty-three, I received the honour of an invitation to join the Faculty of Harvard University in the Philosophy Department. I became Professor Emeritus at the close of the session 1936-1937. It is impossible to express too strongly the encouragement and help that has been rendered to me by the University authorities, my colleagues on the Faculty, students, and friends. My wife and I have been overwhelmed with kindness. The shortcomings of my published work, which of course ate many, are due to myself alone. I venture upon one remark which applies to all philosophic work: — Philosophy is an attempt to express the infinity of the universe in terms of the limitations of language.
It is out of the question to deal with Harvard and its many influences at the end of a chapter. Nor is such a topic quite relevant to the purpose of this book. To-day in America, there is a zeal for knowledge which is reminiscent of the great periods of Greece and the Renaissance. But above all, there is in all sections of the population a warm-hearted kindness which is unsurpassed in any large social system.
