There are remarks that sow and remarks that reap.

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

I'm doing philosophy like an old woman, first I'm looking for my pencil, then I'm looking for my glasses, then I'm looking for my pencil again.

Always get rid of theory private object in this way: assume that it constantly changes, but that you do not notice the change because your memory constantly deceives you.

That the world is, is the mystical.

It is an hypothesis that the sun will rise tomorrow: and this means that we do not know whether it will rise.

Philosophy, as we use the word, is a fight against the fascination which forms of expression exert upon us.