Quotes About Philosophy

AS WE THINK, SO WE ARE;

I really should talk to him. He's had a near-death experience!" We all have. It's called living. (Hogfather)

Tutti scoprono, più o meno presto nella loro vita, che la felicità non è realizzabile, ma pochi si soffermano invece sulla considerazione opposta: che tale è anche una infelicità perfetta.

Real problems sooner or later are resolved; on the contrary, pseudoproblems are not.

Sooner or later in life, everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who pause to consider the antithesis: that perfect unhappiness is equally unobtainable . . . Our ever-sufficient knowledge of the future opposes it and this is called in the one instance: hope.

I do not know what I will think tomorrow and later; today I feel no distinct emotion.

Sá»›m hay muá»™n trong cuá»™c ??i mình, má»—i ng??i s? khám phá ra r?ng h?nh phúc hoàn h?o là không có th?t nhÆ°ng ít ai ch?u ng?m nghÄ© v? Ä'i?u ng??c l?i: r?ng má»™t sá»± b?t h?nh hoàn h?o cÅ©ng không h? có...

Pensavo molte cose insensate, e non pensavo alcune cose tristemente sensate.

Warum? - gli ho chiesto nel mio povero tedesco. - Hier ist kein warum - (qui non c'e' perche'), mi ha risposto, ricacciandomi indietro con uno spintone.

Mu meel oli mõru; mõtlesin, et harva soostub loodus hüvitama kahju; ja sama kehtib ka inimühiskonnas, mis looduse üldskeemidest eemaldumisel on arglik ja aeglane; milline mõttelooline saavutus oleks aga jõuda nii kaugele, et loodust ei võetaks kui järgimisväärset eeskuju, vaid kui vormitut rahnu, mida tahuda, või kui vaenlast, kellele vastu hakata.

Clausner shows me the bottom of his bowl. Where others have carved their numbers, and Alberto and I our names, Clausner has written: 'Ne pas chercher à comprendre.

infin che un giorno senso non avrà più dire : domani (...jusqu'à ce qu'un jour dire demain n'ait plus de sens)

better not to do than to do, better to meditate than to act, better his astrophysics, the threshold of the Unknowable, than my chemistry, a mess compounded of stenches, explosions, and small futile mysteries

Chi per mestiere compra o vende si riconosce facilmente: ha l'occhio vigile e il volto teso, teme la frode o la medita, e sta in guardia come un gatto all'imbrunire. È un mestiere che tende a distruggere l'anima immortale; ci sono stati filosofi cortigiani, filosofi pulitori di lenti, perfino filosofi ingegneri e strateghi, ma nessun filosofo, che io sappia, era grossista o bottegaio.

Es necesario estar desilusionado y, sin embargo, apasionadamente enamorado de la vida, aun cuando se haya descubierto su gran futilidad.

Nietzsche criticized the high esteem accorded to consciousness, particularly the consequences of Socrates' disastrous idea that 'everything must be conscious to be good.

When one believed, one´s soul moved. When one didn´t, everything else moved.

What if the choice isn't between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? —AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES   But

and that revelation murdered all that I once did know. Where once I asked of the God, 'Who are you?' now I ask, 'Who am I?

All men are greater than dead men.

To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? —AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES

Here we see philosophy brought to what is, in fact, a precarious position, which should be made fast even though it is supported by nothing in either heaven or earth. Here philosophy must show its purity as the absolute sustainer of its laws, and not as a herald of laws which implanted sense or who knows what tutelary nature whispers to it. –IMMANUEL KANT, FOUNDATIONS

War is intellect.