All I know is what I have words for.

A new word is like a fresh seed sown on the ground of the discussion.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

And to imagine a language means to imagine a form of life.

We find certains things about seeing puzzling, because we do not find the whole business of seeing puzzling enough.

If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: 'This is simply what I do.

For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.