Quotes About Philosophy

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are invariably children.

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are invariably children. Exactly, just like children, we must always ask, 'And what next?

There were two in paradise and the choice was offered to them: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. No other choice. Tertium non datur. They, fools that they were, chose freedom.

Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex. Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex.

Children are the only brave philosophers. And brave philosophers are, inevitably, children. And that's just it—we must always think like children with their what-happens-nexts.

Children are the only courageous philosophers. And courageous philosophers are invariably children. One ought always to ask like children, 'what further?' and 'what for?

felt myself. To feel one's self, to be conscious of one's personality, is the lot of an eye inflamed by a cinder, or an infected finger, or a bad tooth. A healthy eye, or finger, or tooth is not felt; it is non-existent as it were. Is it not clear then, that consciousness of oneself is a sickness?

Kendimi hissediyorum. Ama sadece içine bir ÅŸey kaçan göz, yaral? parmak ya da aÄŸr?yan diÅŸ kendini hisseder ve bireyselliÄŸini kavrar. SaÄŸl?kl? göz, parmak ve diÅŸ adeta yoktur. KiÅŸisel bilincin bir hastal?ktan ibaret olduÄŸu apaç?k ortada deÄŸil mi?

What makes you think that nonsense is bad? If they'd nurtured and cared for human nonsense over the ages the way they did intelligence, it might have turned into something of special value.

Children are exceptionally brave philosophers. And brave philosophers are always children.

Truth is one, and the true path is one. And that truth is two times two and that true path is four.

OvÅ¡em, je to jasné: chceme-li stanovit skute?nou hodnotu funkce, musíme ur?it její limitu. A je jasné, že limitou v?erejÅ¡ího hloupého "rozplynutí ve vesmíru" je smrt. Protože smrt je vlastnÄ› mé úplné rozplynutí ve vesmíru. Ozna?íme-li tedy lásku L a smrt S, bude L = f(S), tj. láska a smrt…

it is twenty-two-thirty. Till tomorrow, then. Record Four The Wild Man with a Barometer – Epilepsy – If * * * * * * * Until today everything in life seemed to me clear (that is why, I think, I always had a sort of partiality toward the word "clear"), but today...

Is it not clear then, that consciousness of oneself is a sickness?

Copiii sunt singurii filozofi care au curaj. Si filozofii curajosi sunt neaparat niste copii.

To feel one's self, to be conscious of one's personality, is the lot of an eye inflamed by a cinder, or an infected finger, or a bad tooth. A healthy eye, or finger, or tooth is not felt; it is non-existent as it were. Is it not clear then, that consciousness of oneself is a sickness?

Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative...

I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?

Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.

We become prisoners of our own beliefs, with no one free to escape such a fate, and this, my dearest friend, is the only democracy offered by the world.

There was the advantage in believing I was old already because it released me from having to be young. There was the possibility of death, which allowed one to bypass digressions into a life that had to be lived in detail. Pritchett called Turgenev's pessimism absolute. The absoluteness -- whether it is pessimism or optimism or fatalism -- is the most effective defense against what haunts one.

In retrospect little makes sense - perhaps all stories, rather than once-upon-a-time, should start this way.

A lot of guys go, 'Hey, Yog, say a Yogi-ism.' I tell 'em, 'I don't know any.' They want me to make one up. I don't make 'em up. I don't even know when I say it. They're the truth. And it is the truth. I don't know.

If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be.