A philosophical problem has the form: I don't know my way about.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that’s a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.

This sort of thing has got to be stopped. Bad philosophers are like slum landlords. It's my job to put them out of business.

Suppose someone were to say: 'Imagine this butterfly exactly as it is, but ugly instead of beautiful'?!

A confession has to be part of your new life.

Is my understanding only blindness to my own lack of understanding? It often seems so to me.