Quotes About Philosophy

To be or not to be. That's not really a question.

Very often people come up with spiritual beliefs to answer questions. Why did my child get sick? Why did the rain come and flood the river? People don't--and still don't--have those answers, so we try to come up with reasons.

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.

Est-ce un malheur si grand que de cesser de vivre?

The only thing I'm sure of is that one can't be a complete unbeliever. That would be to admit to nothingness. Absolute zero doesn't exist.

The foundation of all civilization is loitering.

Painters know that material needs are relative; and that the satisfactions of the mind are absolute.

His nudes and his roses declared to men of this century, already deep in their task of destruction, the stability of the eternal balance of nature.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Who needed excuses? It was each man for himself. It always had been, of course, that was the philosophy the world lived by; but now more so than ever.

But basing a whole philosophy of life on what you would do in extremis does not seem to me to be right.

It seems to me that a man who can think straight along for forty-seven years without changing a single idea ought to be kept in a cabinet as a curiosity.

Cette fois-ci j'ai choisi un axe, sans m'interdire pour autant d'emprunter quelques chemins de traverse, et cet axe je l'ai défini dès les premières lignes comme étant ma relation au langage (il se peut que ce livre ne soit qu'une version personnelle des Mots de Sartre...).

ceux qui prétendaient n'exposer que des idées. Non : Platon était un auteur de théâtre ; le jeune Hegel avait écrit le plus exaltant des romans d'apprentissage

L'expérience même n'était pas nécessaire. Sartre, j'en aurais juré, ne s'était jamais risqué sur des skis nautiques et pourtant il trouvait le moyen de décrire – et sur des pages – la jouissance du skieur. Ah ! comme l'intelligence pouvait être gaie !

Sartre, je le jugeai plus tard sinon tout à fait gagné par la folie des mots, du moins, dans la lutte exténuante qu'il a toujours menée contre elle, enclin, corydrane aidant, à y céder.

What sort of men?" "They don't believe in God, but they have just as much faith in humanity as we do.

L'argent est du songe pur. Le contempler, c'est faire défiler devant soi l'interminable procession des choses de ce monde.

even if the previous millisecond is closer to us than the birth of the universe, it is equally out of reach.

The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.

Simplifying to the extreme, I define postmodern as incredulity toward metanarratives.

In 4.5 billion years there will arrive the demise of your phenomenology and your utopian politics, and there'll be no one there to toll the death knell or hear it.

Artists are men who want to become inhuman.