Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

It’s so clear that you have to cherish everyone. I think that’s what I get from these older black women, that every soul is to be cherished, that every flower Is to bloom.

They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn’t believe that we were mortal.

He who doesn’t pray to the Lord prays to the devil.

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.

Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.

We have to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood.

If one has a good disposition, what other virtue is needed? If a man has fame, what is the value of other ornamentation?

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

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottage princes‘ palaces.

In golf, the player, coach and official are rolled into one, and they overlap completely. Golf really is the best microcosm of life – or at least the way life should be.

Things are more like they are now than they ever were before.

The theoretical understanding of the world, which is the aim of philosophy, is not a matter of great practical importance to animals, or to savages, or even to most civilised men.

Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms – in themselves such judgments are stupidities.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What can I hope?

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

Susceptibility to the highest forces is the highest genius.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

We are never further from what we wish than when we believe that we have what we wished for.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

Eyes and ears are poor witnesses to people if they have uncultured souls.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

In questions of science, the authority of a thousand is not worth the humble reasoning of a single individual.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

Man’s true nature being lost, everything becomes his nature; as, his true good being lost, everything becomes his good.

States are not moral agents.

Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.

Freedom without limits is just a word.

What was God doing before the divine creation?

At the heart of the Irish economy has always been the philosophy of tax competitiveness. On the cranky left, that is very annoying; I can see that.

Non-violence requires a double faith, faith in God and also faith in man.

Everybody believes in something and everybody, by virtue of the fact that they believe in something, uses that something to support their own existence.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.

There was something undifferentiated and yet complete, which existed before Heaven and Earth. Soundless and formless, it depends on nothing and does not change. It operates everywhere and is free from danger. It may be considered the mother of the universe. I do not know its name; I call it Tao.

Life is hard. After all, it kills you.

The ear is the avenue to the heart.

The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.

Surely God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only for a day! No, no, man was made for immortality.

Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.

Then not only custom, but also nature affirms that to do is more disgraceful than to suffer injustice, and that justice is equality.

In the affairs of this world, men are saved not by faith, but by the want of it.

Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?

Little things console us because little things afflict us.

You see, you are a spirit, you have a soul, and you live in a body. You have emotions, you have thoughts, you have a will, and you have a conscience. You are a complex being! And Jesus came to heal every single part of you. There’s not one part that He doesn’t want to make completely whole.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Rightly defined philosophy is simply the love of wisdom.

People say maybe we have a soul and chimpanzees don’t. I feel that it’s quite possible that if we have souls, chimpanzees have souls as well.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.

No obligation to do the impossible is binding.

Who is the wisest man? He who neither knows or wishes for anything else than what happens.

The universe may have a purpose, but nothing we know suggests that, if so, this purpose has any similarity to ours.

There must always remain something that is antagonistic to good.