No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

What if nothing exists and we’re all in somebody’s dream?

Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

You are a child of the sun, you come from the sun, and that is something true with the Earth also… your relationship with the Earth is so deep, and the Earth is in you and this is something not very difficult, much less difficult then philosophy.

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.

Freedom from the desire for an answer is essential to the understanding of a problem.

An act has no ethical quality whatever unless it be chosen out of several all equally possible.

To live outside the law, you must be honest.

The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.

Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Most of our lives aren’t that exciting, but the drama is still going on in the small details.

The great end of life is not knowledge but action.

I feel a distaste for hunting, first because of a kind of Buddhist respect for the unity and sacredness of all life, and also because the pursuit of a hare or chamois strikes me as a kind of ‚escape of energy,‘ that is, the expenditure of our effort in an illusory end, one devoid of profit.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

Chance is an element of life. What I try to do is study what I call the mechanics of reality as carefully as I can.

Life is too short not to celebrate nice moments!

To me, comedy is just twisting reality. It’s commenting or observing or twisting life.

Here’s the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don’t find it anywhere else.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

What sweetness is left in life, if you take away friendship? Robbing life of friendship is like robbing the world of the sun. A true friend is more to be esteemed than kinsfolk.

No policy that does not rest upon some philosophical public opinion can be permanently maintained.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.

Plato is my friend; Aristotle is my friend, but my greatest friend is truth.

So long as the universe had a beginning, we could suppose it had a creator. But if the universe is really completely self-contained, having no boundary or edge, it would have neither beginning nor end: it would simply be. What place, then, for a creator?

A fool’s brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.

Life is warfare.

Small amounts of philosophy lead to atheism, but larger amounts bring us back to God.

There is, indeed, nothing that so much seduces reason from vigilance, as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

Life is tragic. You are tiny and flawed and ignorant and weak, and everything else is huge, complex, and overwhelming.

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?

Reason is the enemy of faith.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier.

Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.

Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.

Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

Any man is liable to err, only a fool persists in error.

The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

All mankind is divided into three classes: those that are immovable, those that are movable, and those that move.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

It is the greatest of all advantages to enjoy no advantage at all.

It is impossible to experience one’s death objectively and still carry a tune.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

Life’s like a play: it’s not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters.

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

There never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable that there should be.

To die for an idea; it is unquestionably noble. But how much nobler it would be if men died for ideas that were true!

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don’t be a wimp. Put up a good fight.

To go to the world below, having a soul which is like a vessel full of injustice, is the last and worst of all the evils.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.