Quotes About Philosophy

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living...No sensible answer can be given to the question...because the question does not make any sense.

Reason is man's instrument for arriving at the truth, intelligence is man's instrument for manipulating the world more successfully the former is essentially human, the latter belongs to the animal part of man.

Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve.

The quest for certainty blocks the search for meaning. Uncertainty is the very condition to impel man to unfold his powers.

Why does a man live? -In order to think about it...

it can be shown that philosophical and scientific thinking gradually developed out of symbolic thinking by progressively emancipating itself from the emotional-dynamic components of the unconscious.

to the end And was there from eternity. GOETHE, Westöstlicher Diwan

Es un error el creer que la palabra y el pensamiento sean funciones ligadas entre sí, y que sin el lenguaje no se pueda pensar.

Binswanger's vision of this pathological but visceral gestalt deeply influenced Dick's construction of the various idios kosmoi in his works.65

Life is a mysterious adventure full of unexpected happenings and captivating episodes with intriguing revelations. We just have to squeeze it gently and enjoy each drop. That is philosophy. (( "Waiting for the pieces to fall into place" )

I'm less interested in why we're here. I'm wholly devoted to while we're here.

All I say cancels out, I'll have said nothing.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.

I speak as though it all happened yesterday. Yesterday indeed is recent, but not enough. For what I tell this evening is passing this evening, at this passing hour. I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll have ever been, if my calculations are correct.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

Yesterday shall be tomorrow, riddle me that my rapparee.

Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.

The Socratic manner is not a game at which two can play.

Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

Âm nh?c là sá»± giác ngá»™ cao hÆ¡n c? tri?t h?c và tri th?c.

I would not make the world wise at the expense of a virtue.