Quotes About Philosophy

L'art d'écrire est l'art de découvrir ce en quoi vous croyez.

totdeauna r?mîne în conÈ™tiin?? ceva din sofismele strecurate în ea; p?streaz? un iz, ca dup? o b?utur? rea./ ... il reste toujours dans la conscience quelque chose des sophismes qu'on y a versés; elle en garde l'arrière-goût,comme d'une liqueur mauvaise.(©BeQ)

But life is not a series of deeds. My life is my thoughts.

De dónde venía aquella insatisfacción de la vida, aquella instantánea corrupción de las cosas en las que se apoyaba?...

Voltaire lui-même l'a dit : « Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer.

Je suis mystique au fond, et je ne crois à rien

El futuro nos tortura y el pasado nos encadena. He ahí por qué se nos escapa el presente.

The raging desire to come to a final conclusion is one the most deadly and sterile obsessions that belong to humanity. Every religion and philosophy has made claims to its own God, to have touched the infinite, to have discovered the recipe for happiness. What pride and what emptiness! To the contrary, I see that the greatest geniuses and the greatest works don't come to final conclusions.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

But it is sufficient to reflect for a moment, in order to understand that this world was not made for such creatures as we are. Thought, which is developed by a miracle in the nerves of the cells in our brain, powerless, ignorant and confused as it is, and as it will always remain, makes all of us who are intellectual beings eternal and wretched exiles on earth.

Pourquoi souffrons-nous ainsi ? demande le vieux poète Norbert de Varenne à Georges Duroy. C'est que nous étions nés sans doute pour vivre d'avantage selon la matière et moins selon l'esprit ; mais, à force de penser, une disproportion s'est faite entre l'état de notre intelligence agrandie et les conditions immuables de notre vie.

Death need not be sad, it should be a matter of indifference.

Pentru ce suferim astfel? Pentru c? am fost ,f?r? îndoial? n?scuÈ›i s? tr?im mai mult prin materie decât prin spirit, dar gândind mereu ,s-a n?scut o nepotrivire între gradul inteligenÈ›ei noastre m?rite È™i împrejur?rile cu neputin?? de schimbat ale vieÈ›ii noaste.

The wise man says: Perhaps?

Ancak mant???n genellikle aptall?k ve deliliÄŸin de deha olarak adland?r?ld??? ÅŸu dünyada kimlerin bilge, kimlerin kaç?k olduÄŸunu söyleyebilir miyiz?

Vivre enfin, c'est mourir!

Soha senki sem tér vissza. Milliók és milliárdok fognak megszületni, körülbelül hasonlóak egymáshoz, lesz szemük, orruk, szájuk, koponyájuk, gondolat is benne, de az, aki ebben az ágyban fekszik, sohasem jelenik meg újra.

És most a halálomat érzem mindenben, akármit csinálok. Minden lépés a halálhoz visz közelebb, minden mozdulat, minden lehelet annak az utálatos munkáját sietteti. Lélegzés, alvás, evés, munka, álom, minden, amit csinálunk – halál. Egyszóval élni annyi, mint meghalni!

Egyedül a halál bizonyos.

I have written less than most writers. But I have drunk far more than most drinkers.

So far from realizing philosophy, the spectacle philosophizes reality, and turns the material life of everyone into a universe of speculation.

The spectacle does not realize philosophy, it philosophizes reality.

The spectacle does not realize philosophy, it philosophizes reality, reducing everyone's concrete life to a universe of speculation.

That which was the economic it must become the I.