Metaphysics is the clearing house for all fundamental philosophical problems.

Science ... is organized common sense.

The state is the nursing mother of human culture.

Life appears in a vast variety and innumerable succession of individual forms, since the most salient character of the universe is just that it ceaselessly gives birth to living individuals.

Our obligation to the will of God is our obligation to the laws of practical reason.

The only religion which seems to have a function in time of war is the tribal religion which invokes a God as the exclusive protector of the nation which calls upon him.

God is a wider consciousness than we are, a pure intelligence, spiritual life and actuality. He is neither one nor many, neither man nor spirit. Such predicates belong only to finite beings.

God is the Absolute Idea, a circle that returns upon itself, not a straight line projected indefinitely.

Might does not make right, but right demands that those who hold to it should defend it with all their might.

God didn´t bless me so I can backslide, He didn´t give me a status so that I can become a statue.

beyond the earth and the shadowthe brightness of our love will stay alive

You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

We should ask ourselves three questions before we speak: Is it true? Is it kind? Does it glorify Christ?

After all, what would be "beautiful" if the contradiction had not first become conscious of itself, if the ugly had not first said to itself: "I am ugly"?.

Verily, I constantly renew my Islam until this very day, as up to now, I do not consider myself to have ever been a good Muslim.

Act is the blossom of thought; and joy and suffering are its fruits; thus does a man garner in the sweet and biter fruitage of his own husbandry

Whatever you think matters - doesn't. Follow this rule, and you will add decades to your life. Rodger Rosenblatt As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.

A refusal of nature as a model is a tradition that goes right back to Oscar Wilde.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.