Quotes About Knowledge

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, a superfluous, labor of verification.

Read day and night, devour books—these sleeping pills—not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.

While they were preparing the hemlock, Socrates was learning how to play a new tune on the flute. "What will be the use of that?" he was asked. "To know this tune before dying." If I dare repeat this reply long since trivialized by the handbooks, it is because it seems to me the sole serious justification of any desire to know, whether exercised on the brink of death or at any other moment of existence.

To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about the relativity of knowledge, simply because the world does not deserve to be known.

No one reads to know, but to forget

Si atunci regreti de-a nu fi cunoscut mai multe iluzii pentru a te legana în amarul absentei lor.

Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are.

All knowledge pushed to its limit can be dangerous, and morbid, because life is endurable solely because we don't see it through to the end. An undertaking is only possible if we have conserved a minimum of illusions. Complete lucidity is the void!

Prostia este o suferinta nedureroasa a inteligentei.

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened. …" No sooner are they open than the drama beings. To look without understanding—that is paradise. Hell, then, would be the place where we understand, where we understand too much. …

Cu cât se îndep?rteaz? de Dumnezeu, cu atât oamenii avanseaz? în cunoaÅŸterea religiilor.

Cel singur merge c?tre cel ce este cel mai singur, c?tre singurul, c?tre cel ale c?rui feÅ£e negative r?mân, dup? aventura cunoaÅŸterii, unica noastr? moÅŸtenire.

Despre nimic nu poÅ£i spune nimic. Iat? de ce e imposibil s? existe o limit? în privin? num?rului de c?rÅ£i.

Numai uitând tot ne putem aminti cu adev?rat. Sl?birea memoriei ne descoper? toat? lumea care a precedat timpul

Cu cât cunoÈ™ti un om mai bine È™i mai mult, cu atât eÈ™ti mai aproape de o fatal? desp?rÈ›ire de el.

Nu poÅ£i cunoaÅŸte un om decât dup? nivelul la care s-a ridicat muzica în sufletul lui.

Simt in aceasta clipa ca am enorm de multe lucruri de spus,dar ca nu voi spune nimic,ca voi pastra totul pentru mine,in mine,fiindca nu-i vorba,totodata,decat de o senzatie de plenitudine si de atotcunoastere,fara realitatea plinului si a cunoasterii

Când m? gândesc ce puÅ£in am de înv??at de la marii filozofi! Niciodat? n-am avut nevoie de Kant, de Descartes sau de Aristotel, care n-au gândit decât pentru orele noastre sigure, pentru îndoielile noastre permise. Dar m-am oprit la Iov cu pietatea unui str?nepot.

While they were preparing the hemlock, Socrates was learning how to play a new tune on the flute. "What will be the use of that?" he was asked. "To know this tune before dying.

We begin to live authentically only where philosophy ends, at its wreck, when we have understood its terrible nullity, when we have understood that it was futile to resort to it, that it is no help.

CunoaÈ™terea este o plag? pentru via??, iar conÈ™tiinÈ›a o ran? deschis? în sâmburele vieÈ›ii.

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