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

A philosopher always finds more grass to feed upon in the valleys of stupidity than on the arid heights of intelligence.

You can't hear God speak to someone else, you can hear him only when you are being addressed.

Where our language suggests a body and there is none: there, we should like to say, is a spirit.

When we think about the future of the world, we always have in mind its being where it would be if it continued to move as we see it moving now. We do not realize that it moves not in a straight line and that its direction changes constantly.

That which cannot be said must not be said. That which cannot be said, one must be silent thereof.

A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.