The data that can bear on the confirmation of perceptual hypotheses includes, in the general case, considerably less than the organism may know.

I hate relativism. I hate relativism more than I hate anything else, excepting, maybe, fiberglass powerboats. Surely, surely, no one but a relativist would drive a fiberglass powerboat.

Self-pity can make one weep, as can onions.

I rather doubt that life has a meaning. If I thought perhaps it did, and I wanted to find out what its meaning is, I don't imagine I'd ask someone whose credentials consist of a PhD in philosophy.

The content of a thought depends on its external relations; on the way that the thought is related to the world, not on the way that it is related to other thoughts.

If, in short, there is a community of computers living in my head, there had also better be somebody who is in charge; and, by God, it had better be me.

Philosophers who pay for their semantics by drawing checks on Darwin are in debt way over their heads.

On my bad days, I sometimes wonder what philosophers are for.

No doubt, intuitions deserve respect. ...[but] I think that it is always up for grabs what an intuition is an intuition of. At a minimum, it is surely sometimes up for grabs.

Methodological individualism is the doctrine that psychological states are individuated with respect to their causal powers.

Who wins a... competition [between two traits] is massively context sensitive.

The examined life: nothing is more futile or counterproductive. The active, joyous, spontaneous life: that is what one should aim for.

Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.

Three of my children are medical doctors, they know at least a hundred times as much about your body as my grandfather knew, but they don't know much more about soul than he did.

The Righteous Brothers were purely rhythm and blues, black music.

Batteries are the most dramatic object. Other things stop working or they break, But Batteries... They Die.

America is a lunatic asylum.

It is not the business of religion in these days to isolate herself from the world like John the Baptist. She must go down into the world like Jesus Christ.

I always thought that you could do worse than find yourself dying in the company of a devoted former student.

In the empty heart, void of self can be heard the echoing cry, "I am the Truth." Thus is man one with the eternal. Travelling, travel and traveller have become one.

Happiness is the secret ingredient for successful businesses. If you have a happy company it will be invincible.