How miserable a solipsist is! It is rather senseless for him to even assert his belief in solipsism, for, on the one hand, if his belief is false it is like committing intellectual suicide, and, on the other hand, if his belief is true it is an act of intellectual insanity.

The question is how the questioner exists.

Whenever God looks devilish, I see the philosopher fail.

At the heart of my metaphysic there is the ultimate question and at the heart of the universe there is the ultimate questioner.

He is man whose heart is spirited and eyes are wet each moment on account of the sorrow, compassion, virtue, beauty, and nobility that decorate this world.

The pearl whose possession separates man from beast, the pearl which is the rarest find - the best among virtues - is forgiveness.

History is like a ghost. It is as dead as alive.