Truth Is A Property Of Sentences, Since

My Principal Motive Is The Belief That We Can Still Make Admirable Sense Of Our Lives Even If We Cease To Have... An Ambition Of Transcendence.

I Now Wish That I Had Spent Somewhat More Of My Life With Verse. This Is Not Because I Fear Having Missed Out On Truths That Are Incapable Of Statement In Prose. There Are No Such Truths; There Is Nothing About Death That Swinburne And Landor Knew But Epicurus And Heidegger Failed To Grasp. Rather, It Is Because I Would Have Lived More Fully If I Had Been Able To Rattle Off More Old Chestnuts — just As I Would Have If I Had Made More Close Friends.

I Think That A Good Left Is A Party That Always Thinks About The Future And Doesn't Care Much About Our Past Sins.

You Read The Pragmatists And All You Know Is: Not Descartes, Not Kant, Not Plato. It's Like Aspirin. You Can't Use Aspirin To Give Yourself Power, You Take It To Get Rid Of Headaches. In That Way, Pragmatism Is A Philosophical Therapy. It Helps You Stop Asking The Unhelpful Questions.

If I Had To Lay Bets, My Bet Would Be That Everything Is Going To Go To Hell, But, You Know, What Else Have We Got Except Hope?