Almost everybody thinks about philosophy, even if they don't realize it's philosophy and even if they have no sense of the difficulty of the problems, the array of possible answers.

What was tortuously secured by complex argument becomes widely shared intuition, so obvious that we forget its provenance. We don’t see it, because we see with it.

Answers? Forget answers. The spectacle is all in the questions.

We become more worthy the more we bend our minds to the impersonal. We become better as we take in the universe, thinking more about the largeness that it is and laugh about the smallness that is us.

Plato worried that philosophical writing would take the place of living conversations for which, in philosophy, there is no substitute.

Having your husband at a party is like adding anchovies to a salad. I love anchovies, but you can't taste anything else.

To matter, to mind. ... What we mind is in our power, but whether we matter may not be - and there's the tragedy. ... Can anyone truthfully say, I don't matter and I don't mind?

It is an essential feature of the just state that the wealthy be kept away from political power and that the politically powerful be kept away from wealth.

Thinking is the soul speaking to itself.

The good polis is made by the good person, his moral character intact, and the good polis, in turn, helps turn out good persons, their moral character intact.

If we don't understand our tools, then there is a danger we will become the tool of our tools. We think of ourselves as Google's customers, but really we're its products.

There can be to the ownership of anything no rightful title which is not derived from the title of the producer and does not rest upon the natural right of the man to himself.

Many men are like unto sausages: Whatever you stuff them with, that they will bear in them.

If I switch showrunners and I get to stay on the show, I approach it like it's their show, and I'm here to write their music for them.

Man is what his dreams are.

The physician treats, but nature heals.

If we could see ourselves... as we really are, we should see ourselves in a world of spiritual natures, our community which neither began at birth nor will end with the death of the body.

Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.

Well, I first started going to Europe in the late '70s.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

Thou hast created me not from necessity but from grace.