Logic takes care of itself; all we have to do is to look and see how it does it.

The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.

If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow side, it would give us the same impression as a north wind coming from the southwest.

Our civilization is characterized by the word "progress." Progress is its form rather than making progress being one of its features. Typically it constructs. It is occupied with building an ever more complicated structure. And even clarity is sought only.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

A propositional sign, applied and thought out, is a thought. A thought is a proposition with a sense.

How small a thought it takes to fill a life.