Quotes About Philosophy

Temu, kto szukaj?c przyczyny, nie godzi si? z ?adn? hipotez? rozmys?u, ani w jej postaci opatrzno?ciowej, ani diabelskiej, pozostaje tylko racjonalny surogat demonologii – statystyka.

Unease flickered in his eyes. "It's not so straightforward," I said in a deliberately light tone. "I don't mean the traditional God of terrestrial beliefs. I'm no specialist in religion, and I may not have come up with anything new, but do you happen to know if there ever existed a faith in… a defective God?

First I thought to fill this void that is I, and thereby dispel its insufferable monotony. So let us think of something, for when we think, behold, there is thought, and naught but our thought has existence.

siempre y en todas partes es lo mismo que nunca y en ningún lugar.

A physicist never thinks that Someone has set the electrons in their orbits for the express purpose of making him, the physicist, rack his brains over orbital configurations.

We don't need other worlds. We need mirrors.

the old doctrine of ignoramus et ignorabimus—"we do not know and will not know.

to Hogarth humanity is a hunchback who, in ignorance of the fact that it is possible not to be hunchbacked, for thousands of years has sought an indication of a Higher Necessity in his hump, because he will accept any theory but the one that says that his deformity is purely accidental, that no one bestowed it upon him as part of a master plan, that it serves absolutely no purpose, for the thing was determined by the twists and turns of anthropogenesis.

we imagine Him sadistic not because He made us that way, but because we are ourselves that way.

I will put it in another way: if a creation were to take place—which personally I cannot conceive—then the level of knowledge that it would require would be of such an order that there would be no place in it for silly jokes.

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. . . . Space is, after all, solid, monolithic. . . . Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.

To on (lecz znów nie pamiÄ™tam, który) udowodniÅ' matematycznie mo?liwo?? przeksztaÅ'cania siÄ™ kwarków w akwarki, a tych- w akwaria. W naszym WszechÅ›wiecie nie jest to mo?liwe, ale w innych niechybnie tak, i tym samym teoria ta wykroczyÅ'a poza granice naszego Uniwersum.

Dobro mo?e i bywa w niewielkich dawkach dobre, ale jako do?ywocie jest trucizn?.

What hasn't been achieved by now will never be; and one has to reconcile oneself to this fact, quietly, fearlessly, and, if possible, without despair.

A bosszúnál is barbárabb lépés lett volna: elpusztítani valamit, mert nem tudjuk megérteni.

Cada vez hay más científicos y menos sabios.

Zum zweiten faszinierte euch das Denken, das so quälend nahe, weil in der Introspektion gegeben ist, und so rätselhaft, weil es sich eurem Zugriff wirksamer entzieht als die Sterne.

Was thinking about consciousness possible? Yet could the process that took place in the ocean be regarded as thought? Is a mountain a very large rock? Is a planet a huge mountain?

cybernetician.

He fell prey to a common fallacy. He wanted to philosophize, that is, to play God; for what is philosophy, in the end, but the desire to understand things to a degree greater than science permits?

This is another lie. We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is. We are searching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, a civilization superior to our own but developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past.

We are only seeking Man. We have no need for other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is. We are searching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, of a civilization superior of our own but developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past. -Snow from Solaris by Stanislaw Lem

Sabes, por casualidad, si existió alguna vez una fe en un dios… imperfecto?(...) Es el único dios en el que yo podría creer, un dios cuya pasión no es una redención, un dios que no salva nada, que no sirve para nada: un dios que simplemente es.

We don't need other worlds, we need mirrors.