When philosophers use a word--"knowledge," "being," "object," "I," "proposition," "name"--and try to grasp the essence of the thing, one must always ask oneself: is the word ever actually used in this way in the language-game which is its original home?--What we do is to bring words back from their metaphysical to their everyday use.

The popular scientific books by our scientists aren't the outcome of hard work, but are written when they are resting on their laurels.

A man's thinking goes on within his consciousness in a seclusion in comparison with which any physical seclusion is an exhibition to public view.

Sometimes, in doing philosophy, one just wants to utter an inarticulate sound.

Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.

Tell them I've had a wonderful life.

Could one imagine a stone's having consciousness? And if anyone can do so-why should that not merely prove that such image-mongery is of no interest to us?