We can treat human responses to cognitions as involving law-like connections grounded on free choices which show themselves in our character.

I think the term "Kantian constructivism" as an oxymoron. Kant was a constructivist about mathematics, but not about ethics.

Fichte is a necessary step to both Hegel and Marx.

Descartes recommended that we distrust the senses and rely on the ... use of our intellect.

People are often most proud of precisely those things of which they should most be ashamed.

Our procedures of deliberation are not ways of finding out independent moral truths but instead ways of "constructing" these truths, in the process of deciding what to do.

Since the Enlightenment, popular religion has rejected the Enlightenment path and transformed itself into a bastion of resistance against reason.

In general, those who defend capitalism are basically out of touch with reality.

The relation of the law to the self is only a helpful way of thinking about the law, that helps us better understand its validity for us.

Kant says that we may regard ourselves as legislator of the moral law, and consider ourselves as its author, but not that we are legislators or authors of the law.

Leaders of nations, and people whose wealth or fame gives them power over the lives of others quite often do more harm than good.

Walking on water is safer than sailing in a leaking boat.

Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Man's mind is not a container to be filled but rather a fire to be kindled.

Writing a novel proved to be the hardest, most self-analyzing task I had ever attempted, far worse than an autobiography: and its rewards were greater than I expected.

One must do the same subject over again ten times, a hundred times. In art nothing must resemble an accident, not even movement.

There's something in the moment when you can make them laugh or cry and show and incredibly compassionate side of life. I find that a really exemplary way to live.

You are right, none of us live enough, and sometimes I think it is because we mistake hurrah and hullabaloo for experience, we get a sock in the eye and think it is a broken heart.

What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?

You wonder if God doesn't have an answering machine to screen out the prayers of the venal and the boring? And in which category has he placed you?

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.