I won't say 'See you tomorrow' because that would be like predicting the future, and I'm pretty sure I can't do that.

What is troubling us is the tendency to believe that the mind is like a little man within.

It is a dogma of the Roman Church that the existence of God can be proved by natural reason. Now this dogma would make it impossible for me to be a Roman Catholic. If I thought of God as another being like myself, outside myself, only infinitely more powerful, then I would regard it as my duty to defy him.

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.

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.

In order to be able to set a limit to thought, we should have to find both sides of the limit thinkable (i.e. we should have to be able to think what cannot be thought).

A French politician once wrote that it was a peculiarity of the French language that in it words occur in the order in which one thinks them.