Quotes About Philosophy

Možda je samo smrt ''nepovratna'', a i to ?u jednog dana ispitati sasvim izbliza i intimno.

Una vez aprendió, tal vez de su esposa Stefa, que el tiempo es algo subjetivo, una especie de intensa emoción. Y por eso mostraba un amargo desprecio por el tiempo.

But why write about things that exist even without you? Why describe in words things that are not words?

You might even say I loved my punishment of solitary confinement. Whoever doesn't need other human beings, Father quoted Aristotle, must be a god or an animal. For hours on end, I enjoyed being both. I didn't mind.

10. About these coincidences, the data and mathematicians are clear: Such things happen all the time. Then again, Einstein (pretty good at math) was also quite clear when he concluded, There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. 11. I'm going with B, everything.

The elements were from my mother's own version of organic chemistry. Each person is made of five elements, she told me.

Man is quite insane. He wouldn't know how to create a maggot and he creates Gods by the dozen. —Michel de Montaigne, Essais

Las personas que tienen una religión deberían de estar contentas, porque no a todos les es dado creer en cosas sobrenaturales.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

All I wanted was humor and wisdom.

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

I always run away from the simplest phrases because they never contain all of the truth. To me the truth is something which cannot be told in a few words, and those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

The river of life divides into two branches: being and formulating.

But I also hate Nietzsche. I wish you would tell me something that would make me understand him. I began with Zarathustra—fatuous language, and the world full of "tougher and merrier" men!

The duality which you divine is the despair, the bankruptcy of logic and philosophy; it is the illusion which holds the human planetary system together.

I don't like superior attitudes based on well-poised intellect. I hate well-poised intellects.

Economy. Pleasure-pain bunkum.

P.S. The excerpts will follow in the next mail. Just read Unamuno! My Unamuno! Where is that tragic sense of life? I want it. I may write on Gide's Dostoevsky tomorrow. Everything is stirring in me—Fraenkel, Proust, Unamuno, Osborn, Lawrence

Listen, if there are only two men in the world and one woman life is worth creating . . . there is life. The three of us can fight the tide of Spengler's asphyxiating gas—pessimism.

The romantic submits to life, the classicist dominates it.

I find that I do not know what to believe, that I have not decided yet whether analysis simplifies and undramatizes our existence, or whether it is the most subtle, the most insidious, the most magnificent way of making dramas more terrible, more maddening.

I smoke, get up, move about. I cannot bear my own company. I have not learned yet to replace introspection by thinking. I could meditate on Spengler, for instance, but in ten minutes I am again devouring myself.