Quotes About Philosophy

Spirit and soul is horseshit of the worst sort. Obviously there are no fairies, no Santa Clauses, no spirits. What there is, is human goals and purposes as noted by sane existentialists. But a lot of transcendentalists are utter screwballs.

Don't take life seriously, you'll never get out of it alive.

Assuming that man has a distinct spiritual nature, a soul, why should it be thought unnatural that under appropriate conditions of maladjustment, his soul might die before his body does or that his soul might die without his knowing it?

One must live, act and think now, in this life, as if one were worthy of a hoped immortality. To be brief, find and communicate the truth, if possible. Beware of prejudice and utopias, of all dogmas, including those that are one's own. Live without submission and without compromise. For me, this is the ethics of the thinker and the foundation of what I mean by philosophy.

Faith begins where Reason sinks exhausted.

Philosophy is a kind of journey, ever learning yet never arriving at the ideal perfection of truth.

Late on the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset, we were making our way through a herd of hippopotamuses, there flashed upon my mind, unforeseen and unsought, the phrase, "Reverence for Life."

Ethik ist ins Grenzenlose erweiterte Verantwortung gegen alles, was lebt.

Der unnatürliche Zustand, daß der Mensch nicht an eine von ihm selber erkannte Wahrheit glaubt, dauert an und wirkt sich aus. Die Stadt der Wahrheit kann nicht auf dem Sumpfboden des Skeptizismus erbaut werden.

I don't have a philosophy: I have senses... If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that's why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is. Loving is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not thinking.

Accept the universe As the gods gave it to you. If the gods wanted to give you something else They'd have done it. If there are other matters and other worlds There are.

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, And Spring came the day after tomorrow, I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow. If that's its time, when else should it come? I like it that everything is real and everything is right; And I like that it would be like this even if I didn't like it. And so, if I die now, I die peacefully Because everything is real and everything is right.

And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting — In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.

Things don't have significance: they only have existence. Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva Quando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

I don't know what understanding myself is. I don't look inside. I don't believe I exist behind myself.

Sinto uma alegria enorme Ao pensar que a minha morte não tem importância nenhuma.

quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar ... Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência não pensar...

If I die very young, hear this: I was never anything but a kid playing. I was a heathen like the sun and the water, I had the universal religion only people don't have. I was happy because I didn't ask for anything at all, Or tried to find anything, And I didn't find any more explanation Than the word explanation having no meaning at all.

What does this think about that? Nothing thinks about anything. Does the earth have consciousness of its stones and plants? If it did, it would be people. . . Why am I worrying about this? If I think about these things, I'll stop seeing trees and plants And stop seeing the Earth For only seeing my thoughts... I'll get unhappy and stay in the dark. And so, without thinking, I have the Earth and the Sky.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside. But what is it, a row of trees? It's just trees. Row and the plural trees aren't things, they're names.

It's an already inside outside, The philosophers say it's the soul But it's not the soul: it's the animal or the man itself In its way of existing.

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?' 'Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E a ti o que te diz?' 'Muita coisa mais do que isso, Fala-me de muitas outras coisas. De memórias e de saudades E de coisas que nunca foram.' 'Nunca ouviste passar o vento. O vento só fala do vento. O que lhe ouviste foi mentira, E a mentira está em ti.

Lightly, lightly, very lightly, A wind passes very lightly And goes away, always very lightly. And I don't know what I think And I don't want to know.