Quotes About Philosophy

en ilginç olan da Sisifos Söyleni'nin ilk cümleleriydim: "Gerçekten ciddi olan tek bir felsefi sorun vard?r, o da intihard?r. Ya?am?n ya?amaya de?er olup olmad??? hakk?mda karar vermek felsefenin o temel sorununu cevaplamaktan ibarettir.

A pulverized apple and a pulverized orange are finally the same thing, aren't they? You

U kom trenutku jedna ku?a prestaje da bude ku?a? Kada joj skinu krov? Kada joj izvade prozore? Kada joj sruše zidove? U kom trenutku postaje gomila šuta?

Tom, il tempo non lo puoi cambiare», diceva June, intendendo che certe cose sono semplicemente quello che sono e non abbiamo altra scelta che accettarle. Tom aveva afferrato il principio, ma questo non gli impediva di maledire le tempeste di neve e i venti gelidi che soffiavano contro il suo piccolo corpo tremante.

He olvidado qué era, dijo. Yo también, dijo Camier. Yo nunca lo supe, dijo Mercier.

Sometimes it's the nihilism that makes life worth living.

For instance, most everyone agrees that a just society promotes equality among its citizens, but blood is spilled over what sort of equality is morally preferable: equality of opportunity or equality of outcome

Moral deliberation has to be somewhere in the brain, after all. It's not going to be in the foot or the stomach, and it's certainly not going to reside in some mysterious immaterial realm. So who cares about precisely where?

Emily Esfahani Smith talks about the American Freshman Survey, which found that in the late 1960s, 86 percent of respondents claimed that "developing a meaningful life philosophy" was "essential" or "very important," while in the 2000s, the proportion dropped to 40 percent. She is disappointed in this; she sees it as a bad sign.

Cleaning the bathroom for thirty minutes is unpleasant, but wouldn't it be worse to spend a half hour cleaning a Sisyphean bathroom, one that stayed dirty no matter how much you scrubbed it?

Perhaps more important, religion provides our species' longest and deepest struggle to make sense of suffering, including suffering that is unchosen.

But I also think that, as David Hume put it, "extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence." And this is truly an extraordinary claim.

When we see the brain we realize that we are, at one level, no more than meat; and, on another, no more than fiction.

It may be considered folly by common opinion but this refusal to destroy life unnecessarily, this reverence for it, must become a deeply implanted part of his ethical standard.

The philosophic outlook rises above all sectarian controversy. It finds its own position not only by appreciating and synthesizing what is solidly based in the rival sects but also by capping them all with the keystone of nonduality.

The study of the self will one day prove the master-key to open all philosophical doors, all scientific conundrums, all life's locked problems. Self is the ultimate—it is the first thing we know as babes; it will be the last thing we shall know as sages. The greatest certainty in knowledge comes only in the sphere of self. We

The second is to grasp the essential nature of the ego and of the universe and to obtain direct perception that both are nothing but a series of ideas which unfold themselves within our minds.

It is true that philosophy is quite aware of the Buddhistic picture of life, of the sorrows and sicknesses which drag him down at times. That is why it makes equanimity a leading item of the inner work upon himself, why it becomes so necessary. But it is also true that moments, moods, and glimpses are also possible when there is uplift, and he can confirm for himself that the human link with the higher power is a very real thing.

It indicates where the problem lies for Descartes. It lies in other people.

I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.

The polytheism of the popular Hinduism[38] is practically a pantheism in which the various deities are regarded

aspects of the One and All in which a discrimination between good and evil is entirely lost sight

Unreadability of this world. All doubles. The strong clocks back the fissure-hour, hoarsely. You, wedged into your deepest, climb out of yourself for ever. — Paul Celan, "Unreadability," Paul Celan: Selections . (University of California Press, March 14th 2005)

There is iconoclasm in the excessively intellectual, and they delight in destroying their dearest moral or sentimental idols, the better to prove their strength.