Quotes About Philosophy

extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death. To be loyal to rags, to shout for rags, to worship rags, to die for rags—that is a loyalty of unreason, it is pure animal; it belongs to monarchy, was

If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.

The Character of Man Concerning Man—he is too large a subject to be treated as a whole; so I will merely discuss a detail or two of him at this time. I desire to contemplate him from this point of view—this premiss: that he was not made for any useful purpose, for the reason that he hasn't served any; that he was most likely not even made intentionally; and that his working himself up out of the oyster bed to his present position was probably

We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter

Bilgewater, and so what's the use o' your bein' sour? It'll only make things oncomfortable. It ain't my fault I warn't born a duke, it ain't your fault you warn't born a king—so what's the use to worry? Make the best o' things the way you find 'em, says I—that's my motto.

only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.

le Dieu que tu te forges n'est qu'une chimère dont la sotte existence ne se trouva jamais que dans la tête des fous ; c'est un fantôme inventé par la méchanceté des hommes, qui n'a pour but que de les tromper, ou de les armer les uns contre les autres.

Presently he turned to me and said, just as one might speak of the weather, or any other common matter— You know about transmigration of souls; do you know about transposition of epochs—and bodies? I said I had not heard of it.

IT IS TRUE, THAT WHICH I HAVE REVEALED TO YOU; THERE IS NO GOD, NO UNIVERSE, NO HUMAN RACE, NO EARTHLY LIFE, NO HEAVEN, NO HELL. IT IS ALL A DREAM—A GROTESQUE AND FOOLISH DREAM. NOTHING EXISTS BUT YOU. AND YOU ARE BUT A THOUGHT—A VAGRANT THOUGHT, A USELESS THOUGHT, A HOMELESS THOUGHT, WANDERING FORLORN AMONG THE EMPTY ETERNITIES!

Can any plausible excuse be furnished for the crime of creating the human race?

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens." Woody Allen *

Não tenho medo da morte. Estive morto por bilhões e bilhões de anos antes de meu nascimento, e isso nunca me causou qualquer inconveniência.

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God's echoes and God is Narcissus.

This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it. The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the center does not belong to the totality (is not part of the totality), the totality has its center elsewhere. The center is not the center.

Known some call is air am.

How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?' Asked once, when emptiness was the worst. Why ever [would] he want to remember that?

Find your own words; I have no more; or plenty more but why? and all to tell—what?

God's a house. Which is not to say that our house is God's house or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God.

Here then—the aftermath of meaning.

La maison de Navidson peut-elle exister sans qu'on en fasse l'expérience ?

A mockery of meaning where meaning had never been needed before.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.