What sort of world can we prepare for our great grandchildren?

Always strive to excel, but only on weekends.

The usual picture of Socrates is of an ugly little plebeian who inspired a handsome young nobleman to write long dialogues on large topics.

Truth is a property of sentences, since sentences are dependent for their existence upon vocabularies, and since vocabularies are made by human beings, so are truths.

"True" resembles... a compliment paid to sentences that seem to be paying their way and that fit in with other sentences which are doing so.

The world is out there, but descriptions of the world are not.

The most important advance that the West has yet made is to develop a secularist moral tradition

A talent for speaking differently, rather than for arguing well is the chief instrument of cultural change.

What counts as rational argumentation is as historically determined and as context-dependent, as what counts as good French.

All human relations untouched by love take place in the dark

At 12, I knew that the point of being human was to spend one's life fighting social injustice.

If you love someone and they vanish, you are left nodding like a zombie and throwing teacups at a wall.

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

I have firmly decided to bite the dust with a minimum of medical assistance when my time comes, and up to then to sin to my wicked heart's content.

If you do it properly, life is art, really.

Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep

The brain does not create consciousness, but conciousness created the brain, the most complex physical form on earth, for its expression.

As a child, I never wanted my parents to be unhappy, which meant that I would always contemplate what would make them happy.

That great, mighty current of evolution which is advancing the life of everything in creation is simply invincible - no one can resist it.

I've always been the opposite of a paranoid. I operate as if everyone is part of a plot to enhance my well-being.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.