Quotes About Philosophy

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs once acquired it can imprison us.

L'Occident : une pourriture qui sent bon, un cadavre parfumé.

Sein heisst in der Klemme sein.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

Solterón debió ser Diógenes, si no yerro, porque no se concibe que en su tonel hubiera espacio para mujer, y si con su famosa linterna buscaba un hombre honrado, con el Faro de Alejandría habría tenido que andar a cuestas en busca de una mujer de seso...

The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside.... The Brain is just the weight of God— For—Heft them—Pound for Pound— And they will differ—if they do— As Syllable from Sound.

Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

A Word is Dead A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

The idea that the head of the Government is the head of society is so fixed in the ideas of mankind that only a few philosophers regard it as historical and accidental, though when the matter is examined, that conclusion is certain and even obvious.

A nation of unimpressible philosophers would not care at all how the externals of life were managed. Who is the showman is not material unless you care about the show.

I have known a man who did not know what color his sister's eyes were, though he had seen her every day for twenty years; or rather, he did not know because he had so seen her: so true is the philosophical maxim that we neglect the constant element in our thoughts, though it is probably the most important, and attend almost only to the varying elements—the differentiating elements (as men now speak)—though they are apt to be less potent.

Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word When the green pines feel the coming of spring. Looking back, I sigh; looking before, I sigh again. What is there to prize in the life's vaporous glory?

Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

M?t ng??i không hi?u v? tri?t lý s? ch? là m?t h?ng chiêm tinh t?i hay th?y bói h? c?p.

But Springlike preludes suggest a happy world where the young are philosophers and the old gracefully get out of their way.

Indeed there must have been a very deep-seated dissatisfaction with life, a very intense thirst of heart, and an almost absolute poverty of thought, to secure the acceptance of the Christian absurdity, the most audacious and monstrous of all religious absurdities.

If God is, man is a slave; now, man can and must be free; then, God does not exist. I defy anyone whomsoever to avoid this circle; now, therefore, let all choose.

Idealists of all schools, aristocrats and bourgeois, theologians and metaphysicians, politicians and moralists, religionists, philosophers, or poets, not forgetting the liberal economists—unbounded worshippers of the ideal, as we know—are much offended when told that man, with his magnificent intelligence, his sublime ideas, and his boundless aspirations, is, like all else existing in the world, nothing but matter, only a product of vile matter.