You may say, ‚Well, dragons don’t exist.‘ It’s, like, yes they do – the category ‚predator‘ and the category ‚dragon‘ are the same category. It absolutely exists. It’s a superordinate category. It exists absolutely more than anything else. In fact, it really exists.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

It’s possible – you can never know – that the universe exists only for me. If so, it’s sure going well for me, I must admit.

Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.

I’m fascinated by the fact that we can’t grasp anything about time.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we’re not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

If we do discover a complete theory, it should be in time understandable in broad principle by everyone. Then we shall all, philosophers, scientists, and just ordinary people be able to take part in the discussion of why we and the universe exist.

I think music is one of the hero/sheroes of the African-American existence.

From the dust of the earth, from the common elementary fund, the Creator has made Homo sapiens. From the same material he has made every other creature, however noxious and insignificant to us. They are earth-born companions and our fellow mortals.

So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

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.

Many people are alive but don’t touch the miracle of being alive.

To be conscious means not simply to be, but to be reported, known, to have awareness of one’s being added to that being.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

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.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

Go up in an airplane. Go high enough, and it’s like we don’t even exist.

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

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

Being is the great explainer.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.

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

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?

I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I’ve had and also the people I’ve had around me. I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we’re even alive at all.

I don’t believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an intelligence at work in every flower, in every blade of grass, in every cell of my body. And it is that intelligence that, I wouldn’t say created the universe. It is creating the universe. It’s an ongoing process.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

And although our bodies are bounded with skin, and we can differentiate between outside and inside, they cannot exist except in a certain kind of natural environment.

There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.

The universe is not indifferent to our existence – it depends on it.

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.

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

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.

Life is our dictionary.

I do think there must be some kind of interaction between your living life and the life that goes on from here.

Rebellion cannot exist without the feeling that somewhere, in some way, you are justified.

In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself – limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.

What was God doing before the divine creation?

Without gambling, I would not exist.

All things in the world come from being. And being comes from non-being.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

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.

Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can’t vent any anger against them; I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence.

The ‚I think‘ which Kant said must be able to accompany all my objects, is the ‚I breathe‘ which actually does accompany them.

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

Most sets of values would give rise to universes that, although they might be very beautiful, would contain no one able to wonder at that beauty.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

I think if we didn’t contradict ourselves, it would be awfully boring. It would be tedious to be alive.