Quotes About Philosophy

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things.

What are these hopes, and who is this savior?" "Imagination," replied Cincinnatus.

No free man needs a God; but was I free?

Nothing on earth really matters, there is nothing to fear, and death is but a question of style, a mere literary device, a musical resolution.

I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip.

We live in a stocking which is in the process of being turned inside out, without our ever knowing for sure to what phase of the process our moment of consciousness corresponds.

What (Ada asks) are eyes anyway? Two holes in the mask of life. What (she asks) would they mean to a creature from another corpuscle or milk bubble whose organ of sight was (say) an internal parasite resembling the written word deified? What, indeed, would a pair of beautiful (human, lemurian, owlish) eyes mean to anybody if found lying on the seat of a taxi?

Elmenni annyi, mint kicsit meghalni, és meghalni annyi, mint kicsit túl messze menni.

Once we deny a Higher Intelligence that plans and administrates our individual hereafters we are bound to accept the unspeakably dreadful notion of Chance reaching into Eternity.

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

if one were quite sincere with oneself, no conscience, and hence no consciousness, could be expected to subsist in a world where such things as Mira's death were possible.

Actually, observed Lucette, wiping the long envelope which a drop of soda had stained,- Bergson is only for very young people or very unhappy people, such as this available rousse.

Leave your incidental Dick.

Unfortunately his urge to write had suddenly petered out and he did not know what to do with himself. He was not sleepy having slept after dinner. The brandy only added to the nuisance. He was a big heavy man of the hairy sort with a somewhat Beethovenlike face. He had lost his wife in November. He had taught philosophy. He was exceedingly virile. His name was Adam Krug.

One of our sillier Zemblan proverbs says: the lost glove is happy. Promptly

Death often is the point of life's joke.

Ez a "most" az egyetlen realitás, amit ismerünk; a már-nem színes semmijét követi, és a jövÅ' abszolút semmijét elÅ'zi meg. Így egészen szó szerinti értelemben mondhatjuk, hogy a tudatos emberi élet mindig csak egy pillanatig tart, mert a saját tudatáramunkra irányuló szándékos figyelem egyetlen pillanatában sem tudhatjuk, hogy követi-e újabb pillanat.

One of the functions of all my novels is to prove that the novel in general does not exist.

Ruh bir varoluÅŸ biçiminden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir -sürekli bir durum hiç deÄŸildir-, dalgalar?n? bulur ve izlerseniz her ruh sizinki olabilir. Ölümden sonraki yaÅŸam denen ÅŸey, istediÄŸiniz ruhta, hatta birbirininkinden farks?z azap yüklerinin bilincinde bile olmayan istediÄŸiniz say?da ruhta bilinçle yaÅŸamak yeterliliÄŸidir belki de - baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸil.

La muerte no era otra cosa que una reunión más completa de los infinitos fragmentos de la soledad.

Ngày nay, anh ph?i là má»™t nhà khoa h?c n?u mu?n gi?t ng??i.

A writer is lost when he grows interested in such questions as 'what is art?' and 'what is an artist's duty?

Nuestra existencia no es mas qué un cortocircuito de luz entre dos eternidades de oscuridad.

No me acuerdo, ¿Cómo cabe recordar lo que uno ha sido en el pasado? Quizá fuera una ostra, o un pájaro, o quizá profesor de matemáticas... De todos modos nuestra anterior vida en Rusia parece algo que hubiera ocurrido antes del principio de los tiempos, algo metafísico, o como quiera usted llamarlo. No, metafísico no es la palabra adecuada... Sí, ahora sé de qué se trata. Es como una metempsicosis.