The whole philosophy of modern times is to dissolve distinctions between individuals and deal with them as large collections of people. It’s essentially self-interested on the part of authority.
Quite early on, and certainly since I started writing, I found that philosophical questions occupied me more than any other kind. I hadn’t really thought of them as being philosophical questions, but one rapidly comes to an understanding that philosophy’s only really about two questions: ‘What is true?’ and ‘What is good?’
It is a defect of God’s humor that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them.
When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?
Rosencrantz: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat?Guildenstern: No, no, no… Death is…not. Death isn’t. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not-be on a boat.Rosencrantz: I’ve frequently not been on boats.Guildenstern: No, no, no–what you’ve been is not on boats.
For all the compasses in the world, there’s only one direction, and time is its only measure.