I should have based my judgement upon deeds and not words.
You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.
This is the Modern Man. The man who seeks himself without ever seeking, because he does not want to find;The man who does not hesitate to criticize the other, although he behaves in the same way;
What we do not confront, we inhabit.What we do not reject, we accept.What we do not fight, we become.
While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
The present is all we have, yet it is the one thing we will never learn to hold in our hands.
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water. Be water, my friend.
It’s always seemed a little preposterous that Hamlet, for all his paralyzing doubt about everything, never once doubts the reality of the ghost. Never questions his own madness might not in fact be unfeigned.
Take care of your costume and your confidence will take care of itself.
If everyone is a product of this society, who will say the things that need to be said, and do the things that need to be done, without compromise? Truth will never start out popular in a world more concerned with marketability than righteousness. It will initially suffer ridicule and even violence- yet ultimately it is undeniable. All of humanity is living in a dream world, but suffering real consequences.
One must reach out and try to grasp this astonishing finesse, that the value of life cannot be estimated.
Love is a chemical reaction,But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science.And though a body cannot exist without a soul,It too cannot be fully understood or defined by science.Love is the most powerful form of energy,But science cannot decipher its elements.Yet the best cure for a sick soul is love,But even the most advanced physicianCannot prescribe it as medicine.INCOMPLETE SCIENCE by Suzy Kassem
Life is too short to be anything but happy. So kiss slowly. Love deeply. Forgive quickly. Take chances and never have regrets. Forget the past but remember what it taught you.
And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.–from The Light, That Never Dies
Knowledge is responsibility, which is why people resist knowledge.
A writer is one who communicates ideas and emotions people want to communicate but aren’t quite sure how, or even if, they should communicate them.
Wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good.
The most dangerous irony is, people are angry with others because of their own incompetence.
Sometimes… Reason and Love are met with a violent ignorance that even what’s right gets lost. Our heart bleeds, but when does the blood shed end and the healing begin?
Never forget that there are only two philosophies to rule your life: the one of the cross, which starts with the fast and ends with the feast. The other of Satan, which starts with the feast and ends with the headache.
The price we have paid for expecting to be so much more than our ancestors is a perpetual anxiety that we are far from being all we might be.
That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence
It is closer to the truth to say that God is crazy than that God is reasonable. I suspect God merely smiles when someone calls him crazy, but shakes His head and frowns when someone calls Him reasonable.
Paranormalists, however, insist that our minds are transmitters that, with special effort, can focus like lasers to communicate across great distances, and even make things happen. That may seem far-fetched, but it’s also a definition of prayer.
On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.
I didn’t want to do it,’ Kiala said. ‘The universe just kind of conspired to force me to make a fool of myself. It does that quite a lot, actually.
Further, an excess of legislation defeats its own ends. It makes the whole population criminals, and turns them all into police and police spies. The moral health of such a people is ruined for ever; only revolution can save it.
The inner revolution will not be televised or sold on the Internet. It must take place within one’s own mind and heart.
The truth is, going against the internal stream of ignorance is way more rebellious than trying to start some sort of cultural revolution.
Possibility, infinity, beauty — none of those words were right. […] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of your ruin?
Try for once to justify the meaning of your existence as it were a posteriori by setting yourself an aim, a goal… an exalted and noble ‘to this end.’ Perish in pursuit of this and only this
But is all this true? said Brutha.Didactylos shrugged. Could be. Could be. We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.You mean you don’t KNOW it’s true? said Brutha.I THINK it might be, said Didactylos. I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.
The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life’s intimacy does not reveal it’s dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.
Philosophy, from the earliest times, has made greater claims, and achieved fewer results, than any other branch of learning.
Philosophers can debate the meaning of life, but you need a Lord who can declare the meaning of life.
TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty.
To know and have it all is about individuality because each one has the right not to live under the mercy of anyone with more power. So, for freedom and protection, one desires to know and have it all, but the questions remain.
A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn’t there. A theologian is the man who finds it.
Life is an affair of mystery; shared with companions of music, dance and poetry.
A moment or an eternity—did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist.
At what moment? she asked him. At what moment do we cease to be humans and become objects?Blaise continued to make his way in silence, carrying the lamp at arm’s length to spread its light as far as possible. When he finally replied, it was in a different voice from usual, deeper, calmer, and without the slightest stutter: Some humans are objects while they’re alive, Mademoiselle Eulalia.
It is well said, then, that it is by doing just acts that the just man is produced, and by doing temperate acts the temperate man; without doing these no one would have even a prospect of becoming good.
So it follows that those who have reason have freedom to will or not to will, although this freedom is not equal in all of them. […] human souls are more free when they persevere in the contemplation of the mind of God, less free when they descend to the corporeal, and even less free when they are entirely imprisoned in earthly flesh and blood.
If you ask me to tell you anything about the nature of what lies beyond the phaneron… my answer is “How should I know?”… I am not dismayed by ultimate mysteries… I can no more grasp what is behind such questions as my cat can understand what is behind the clatter I make while I type this paragraph.
God has abandoned you. Fear does not serve you. Your heart has betrayed you. Only the music can guide you.
The ethos of redemption is realied in self-mastery, by means of temperance, that is, continence of desires.
Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.
The people come to understand that wealth is not the fruit of labour but the result of organised, protected robbery. Rich people are no longer respectable people; they are nothing more than flesh eating animals, jackals and vultures which wallow in the people’s blood.
Some people avoid thinking deeply in public, only because they are afraid of coming across as suicidal.
He who says either that the time for philosophy has not yet come or that it has passed is like someone who says that the time for happiness has not yet come or that it has passed.
If there is a change, there must be some thing that changes, yet does not change
Tom felt his darkness. His father was beautiful and clever, his mother was short and mathematically sure. Each of his brothers and sisters had looks or gifts or fortune. Tom loved all of them passionately, but he felt heavy and earth-bound. He climbed ecstatic mountains and floundered in the rocky darkness between the peaks. He had spurts of bravery but they were bracketed in battens of cowardice.
A crude age. Peace is stabilized with cannon and bombers, humanity with concentration camps and pogroms. We’re living in a time when all standards are turned upside-down, Kern. Today the aggressor is the shepherd of peace, and the beaten and hunted are the troublemakers of the world. What’s more, there are whole races who believe it!
Philosophers have often held disputeAs to the seat of thought in man and bruteFor that the power of thought attends the latterMy friend, thy beau, hath made a settled matter,And spite of dogmas current in all ages,One settled fact is better than ten sages. (O,Tempora! O,Mores!)
If you wish to make Pythocles rich, do not add to his store of money, but subtract from his desires.
A person whose desires and impulses are his own—are the expression of his own nature, as it has been developed and modified by his own culture—is said to have a character. One whose desires and impulses are not his own, has no character, no more than a steam-engine has character…
If I had to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.
I dislike Nietzsche because he likes the contemplation of pain, because he erects conceit into a duty, because the men whom he most admires are conquerors, whose glory is cleverness in causing men to die.
And don’t tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn’t. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That’s what we live with.
If you can convince people that freedom is injustice, they will then believe that slavery is freedom.
NIHILIST, n. A Russian who denies the existence of anything but Tolstoi. The leader of the school is Tolstoi.