If a person tells me he has been to the worst places I have no reason to judge him; but if he tells me it was his superior wisdom that enabled him to go there, then I know he is a fraud.

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?

It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood?

Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

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.

My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands me eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he has used them--as steps--to climb up beyond them. (He must, so to speak, throw away the ladder after he has climbed up it.) He must transcend these propositions, and then he will see the whole world aright.

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