There is nothing deep down inside us except what we have put there ourselves.

To abjure the notion of the truly human is to abjure the attempt to divinize the self as a replacement for a divinized world.

Truth is a property of sentences, since sentences are dependent for their existence upon vocabularies, and since vocabularies are made by human beings, so are truths.

The usual picture of Socrates is of an ugly little plebeian who inspired a handsome young nobleman to write long dialogues on large topics.

Every government, left or right, always engages in moral crusades. What else are they supposed to do? Especially when they make war; any war has to be a moral crusade.

Had there been no Plato, the Christians would have had a harder time selling the idea that all God really wanted from us was fraternal love.

The world is out there, but descriptions of the world are not.