Quotes About Philosophy

Money is a kind of uneffable thing, who ever does not values it is the best person in these world.

There is nothing wrong with making money, but that's not particularly inspiring.

I regard everything with irony, including the face I see in the mirror when I wake up in the morning.

Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.

That old saw about the early bird just proves that the worm should have stayed in bed.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from a giant pine that lives for a thousand years.

If a man in the morning hear the right way, he may die in the evening without regret.

Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]

He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?

You tell me: 'Life is hard to bear.' But if it were otherwise why should ou have your pride in the morning nad your resignation in the evening?

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

I do not believe in god because I do not believe in Mother Goose.

Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

Death is the mother of beauty.

Speech is the mother, not the handmaid, of thought.

Did my infancy succeed another age of mine that dies before it? Was it that which I spent within my mother's womb?... And what before that life again, O God of my joy, was I anywhere or in any body?

The Gita is not only my Bible and my Koran, it is more than that, it is my mother.

Leisure is the mother of philosophy; and commonwealth, the mother of peace and leisure.

In fact, in many ways my mother was quite hippy-dippy, serving macrobiotic food and reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.'

Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?

Mother cow is as useful dead as when she is alive.