Quotes About Philosophy

Moral concepts do not move about within a hard world set up by science and logic. They set up, for different purposes, a different world.

the superiority of some infinite reserve and the mystery of some infinite sadness.

It was a voyage into the absurd.

Words may mislead us (...) since words are often stable while concepts alter (...)

All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.

Perhaps the reality is in the suffering. But it can't be. Love promises happiness. Art promises happiness. Yet it isn't exactly a promise . . .

If Buddhists think evil is unreal they must be mad! Thinking evil is unreal is holding hands with evil under the table!

And what is love anyway? Love's all over the mountain where the beautiful go to die no doubt, but I cannot attach much meaning to your idea of such a long-lasting love for someone you lost sight of so long ago. Perhaps it's something you've invented now.

But you are metaphysical, Otto. You ought to think about her in more simple terms.

Parvati's oriental ability to see that everything was, from a certain point of view, everything else, baffled and charmed his Aristotelian western mind.

Enormous vistas of thought were unrolling in my mind.

I tried to think these thoughts but they remained intolerably abstract, while a pain in my body told me what was real.

There's a kind of reality, a kind of truth.

He felt obscurely the dividedness of his being, the extent of what was gross, the littleness and value of what was not.

you want to understand everything sympathetically. It can't be done. One must just blunder on. Truth lies in blundering on.

Do you think it's ever safe to say one's happy?

It was extremely difficult to keep up any pace over the rocks since they were so unpredictable and devoid of reason. Their senselessness had never so much impressed me.

The role of philosophy might be said to be to extend and deepen the self-awareness of mankind.

The loss of her reason did not seem to have made her unhappy

I wonder if this is the end, thought Ducane, and if so what it will all have amounted to. How tawdry and small it has all been.

Perhaps after all not to have been born is best. How near the human soul must be to nothingness if it can be so tossed.

What is God anyway? A dark place —

One must constantly meditate upon the absurdities of chance, a subject even more edifying than the subject of death.

Death drives away what rules everywhere else, the aesthetic.