If I had to lay bets, my bet would be that everything is going to go to hell, but, you know, what else have we got except hope?

Always strive to excel, but only on weekends.

The usual picture of Socrates is of an ugly little plebeian who inspired a handsome young nobleman to write long dialogues on large topics.

Truth is a property of sentences, since sentences are dependent for their existence upon vocabularies, and since vocabularies are made by human beings, so are truths.

"True" resembles... a compliment paid to sentences that seem to be paying their way and that fit in with other sentences which are doing so.

The world is out there, but descriptions of the world are not.

The most important advance that the West has yet made is to develop a secularist moral tradition

A talent for speaking differently, rather than for arguing well is the chief instrument of cultural change.

What counts as rational argumentation is as historically determined and as context-dependent, as what counts as good French.

All human relations untouched by love take place in the dark

At 12, I knew that the point of being human was to spend one's life fighting social injustice.

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

Pardon all runners, All speechless, alien winds, All mad waters.Pardon their impulses, Their wild attitudes, Their young flights, their reticence.When a message has no clothes onHow can it be spoken.

It is a terrifying as well as hopeful truth that we tend to bring into being in form whatever we fashion in thought.

Children today will grow up taking for granted that an African-American or a woman can, yes, become the president of the United States.

If you act like the river, you ultimately flow past all the rocks along the way.

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

Nobody can fight properly and boldly for the faith if he clings to a fear of being stripped of earthly possessions.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you.

There are too many accidents that can befall life on a single planet.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.