#phil

We are all capable of becoming something monstrous. ↗

— Cyraus Foldger

#philosophy-of-life-people #psychology #life

Philosophy, like medicine, has plenty of drugs, few good remedies, and hardly any specific cures. ↗

— Nicolas Chamfort

#cures #few #good #hardly #like

I am star-struck but also I've known a lot of people for a long time. Like I'm super star-struck by Grant Lee Phillips and Jon Brion but I've known them for 17 years. So it's kinda like weird to be star-struck still, but I still am! ↗

— Margaret Cho

#am #grant #i #i am #jon

The method of exposition which philosophers have adopted leads many to suppose that they are simply inquiries, that they have no interest in the conclusions at which they arrive, and that their primary concern is to follow their premises to their logical conclusions. ↗

— Morris Raphael Cohen

#arrive #concern #conclusions #exposition #follow

It has generally been assumed that of two opposing systems of philosophy, e.g., realism and idealism, one only can be true and one must be false; and so philosophers have been hopelessly divided on the question, which is the true one. ↗

— Morris Raphael Cohen

#be true #been #divided #false #generally

Again, both literature and philosophy work by appealing to certain reigning idols. ↗

— Morris Raphael Cohen

#appealing #both #certain #idols #literature

In thus pointing out certain respects in which philosophy resembles literature more than science, I do not mean, of course, to imply that it would be well for philosophy if it ceased to aim at scientific rigor. ↗

— Morris Raphael Cohen

#ceased #certain #course #i #i do

Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#life #living #philosophy #process #speculation

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#ever #great #man #philosopher #poet

How, in such an alien and inhuman world, can so powerless a creature as man preserve his aspirations untarnished? A strange mystery it is that nature, omnipotent but blind, in the revolutions of her secular hurryings through the abysses of space, has brought forth at last a child, subject still to her power, but gifted with sight, with knowledge of good and evil, with the capacity of judging all the works of his unthinking mother. In spite of death, the mark and seal of the parental control, man is yet free, during his brief years, to examine, to criticize, to know, and in imagination to create. To him alone, in the world with which he is aquainted, this freedom belongs; and in this lies his superiority to the resistless forces that control his outward life. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#death