Life is agid, life is fulgid. Life is what the least of us make most of us feel the least of us make the most of. Life is a burgeoning, a quickening of the dim primordial urge in the murky wastes of time.

Uncritical semantics is the myth of a museum in which the exhibits are meanings and the words are labels. To switch languages is to change the labels.

If there is a case for mental events and mental states, it must be that the positing of them, like the positing of molecules, hassome indirect systematic efficacy in the development of theory.

To be is to be the value of a variable.

Language is conceived in sin and science is its redemption.

Some may find comfort in reflecting that the distinction between an eliminative and an explicative physicalism is unreal.

The scientist is indistinguishable from the common man in his sense of evidence, except that the scientist is more careful.