The sole remaining task for philosophy is the analysis of language.
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
Language is a part of our organism and no less complicated than it.
If you tried to doubt everything you would not get as far as doubting anything. The game of doubting itself presupposes certainty.
There can never be surprises in logic.
The face is the soul of the body.
Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness.
When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.
If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.
People often say that aesthetics is a branch of psychology. The idea is that once we are more advanced-all the mysteries of art-will be understood by psychological experiments. Exceedingly stupid at this idea is, this is roughly it.
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
To convince someone of the truth, it is not enough to state it, but rather one must find the path from error to truth.
The wish precedes the event, the will accompanies it.
An inner process stands in need of outward criteria.
Not every religion has to have St. Augustine’s attitude to sex. Why even in our culture marriages are celebrated in a church, everyone present knows what is going to happen that night, but that doesn’t prevent it being a religious ceremony.
Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.
Someone who knows too much finds it hard not to lie.
It is one of the chief skills of the philosopher not to occupy himself with questions which do not concern him.
You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.
A confession has to be part of your new life.