Quotes About Philosophy

She has only one fault; too many ideas.

Apologies, Mrs. Touchett intimated, were of no more use to her than bubbles, and she herself never dealt in such articles. One either did the thing or one didn't, and what one would have done belonged to the sphere of the irrelevant, like the idea of a future life or of the origin of things.

One's theories, after all, matter little, it is one's humor that is the great thing.

Why indeed should we perpetually be thinking whether things are good for us, as if we were patients lying in a hospital?

How in the world--when what is such knowledge but suffering?

Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a question for the metaphysicians.

Le cose non sono mai come dovrebbero essere, - osservò il vecchio. - Se aspetti che cambino non combinerai mai nulla.

It isn't a question of any beauty,' said Maggie; 'it's only a question of the quantity of truth.' 'Oh the quantity of truth!' the Prince richly though ambiguously murmured.

I have never entertained an idea. Ideas often entertain me; (Chapter 7)

Imprimis: I am a man who, from his youth upwards, has been filled with a profound conviction that the easiest way of life is the best.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

the world is the mirror of myself dying.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race

I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.

the art of living involves the act of creation. The work of art is nothing. It is only the tangible, visible evidence of a way of life, which, if it is not crazy is certainly different from the accepted way of life... For the artist to attach himself to his work, or identify himself with it, is suicidal.

Life, said Emerson, consists in what a man is thinking all day. If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.

The world is two thirds spaghetti and meatballs, one third syphilitic chancre.

Estoy muerto espiritualmente. Físicamente, estoy vivo. Moralmente, soy libre.

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.

There are so many ways of walking about and the best, in my opinion, is the Greek way, because it is aimless, anarchic, thoroughly and discordantly human.

Se sou inumano é porque meu mundo transbordou de suas fronteiras humanas, porque ser humano parece uma coisa pobre, triste, miserável, limitada pelos sentidos, restringida pelas moralidades e pelos códigos, definida pelos lugares-comuns e 'ismos'. (Trópico de Câncer)

He chewed my head off about the threadsoul, the causal body, ablation, the Upanishads, Plotinus, Krishnamurti, the karmic vestiture of the soul, the Nirvanic consciousness, all that flapdoodle which blows out of the east like a breath from the plague . . . he had worn himself out, like a coat whose nape is worn off.