There can never be surprises in logic.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

Language disguises thought.

Most of the propositions and questions to be found in philosophical works are not false but nonsensical.

Belief in the causal nexus is superstition.

We feel that even if all possible scientific questions be answered, the problems of life have still not been touched at all.

It is not humanly possible to gather immediately from it what the logic of language is. Language disguises thought.

Everything that can be thought at all can be thought clearly. Everything that can be said can be said clearly.

That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence

The agreement or disagreement or its sense with reality constitutes its truth or falsity.

It is obvious that an imagined world, however different it may be from the real one, must have something - a form - in common with it.

The answers to all the questions of the society are in the lessons of human history

Talking about food is like talking about your dreams. Everyone has something to say. We all have to eat, it's just what we eat which differs. Some people eat for fuel and I feel bad for them.

I watch an awful lot of old Hollywood movies - I'll devour anything with Bette Davis or Joan Crawford. My absolute favourite is 'Sunset Boulevard' starring Gloria Swanson.

The sea only drowns its lovers.

I've always said your legacy is what you leave behind you.

To be a teacher you must be a prophet - because you are trying to prepare people for a world thirty to fifty years into the future.

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.

Other people get moody in their forties and fifties - men get the male menopause. I missed the whole thing. I was just really happy.

Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.