Quotes About Philosophy

There are no rules. Only principles and natural laws.

What made me think I wanted life to be interesting?

He is real, in his own way, Ann pointed out. After all, what's real? How do you know I'm real, or if you are?

And to the Pig he said, What's the meaning of life? You know, a friend of yours was asking me the same thing the other day, said the Transcendent Pig, ambling over, sitting down, and looking Ponch over in an amiable way. Is asking, it added.

She was a woman who let life happen to her without troubling her mind about things more than was necessary.

Next came the thesis by Hillman's late friend, Evangelos Christou. In his introduction to Logos of the Soul, Hillman would write about how psychotherapy's legitimacy was "based on the soul" and the failure to make this clear "has resulted in psychologies which are bastard sciences and degenerate philosophies." Christou's was "a document humain attesting to the mystery of the soul.

Our real opinion is not one in which we have never wavered, but the one to which we have most regularly returned.

I've never believed in God. But I believe in Picasso.

I am an atheist and I consider religions to be a form of collective neurosis. I am not an enemy of the Catholics, as I am not an enemy of the tuberculars, the myopic or the paralytics; you cannot be an enemy of the sick, only their good friend in order to help them cure themselves.

Giovanni Gentile

The Genealogy of Morals

The first fascists," Anthony James Gregor tells us, "were almost all Marxists.

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

God - it's merely shorthand for where we come from, where we're going and what it's all about

Perhaps he found beauty saddening – I do myself sometimes. Once when I was quite little I asked father why this was and he explained that it was due to our knowledge of beauty's evanescence, which reminds us that we ourselves shall die.

I tried to explain: 'Well, once you stop believing in an old gentleman with a beard...It's only the word God, you know – it makes such a conventional noise.' 'It's merely a shorthand for where we come from, where we're going, and what it's all about.

Why is it so hard to be serious, so easy to be too serious?

The term itself—my life—is a desperate overstatement.

why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

Would you ask a man who bags groceries if he fears death not because it is death but because there are still some interesting groceries he would like to bag?

The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.