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If people did not sometimes do silly things,nothing intelligent would ever get done.
In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.
One must understand, or die..
When two principles meet and cannot be reconciled one another,then each calls the other fool or heresy.
We must improve ourselves. That's all we can do to better the world.
To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.
We imagine the meaning of what you say as something queer, mysterious, hidden from view.But nothing is hidden. Everything is opened up to view.
Philosophy hunts for the essence of meaning.But There Is No Such Thing !
It is the philosophers who muddy the water.
When you want to know the meaning of words, don't look at the side of yourself.
Philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding language.
The limit of my language is the limits of my world. We keep running against the wall of our cages.
(Wittgenstein wants to do some manual labor in Soviet Union.)
-It is absolutely out of the question.The one thing that is not in short of in Soviet Union is unskilled labor.
(Russel is talking about Johnny.)
-You're forcing your own self-hatred onto their son.(Johnny's parents are both labors.)
-It's my business to stop you from infecting too many young men.
-All upper crust idealize to common folks.
Salvation is the only thing that concerns me.And I know we are not here to have a good time.
Philosophy is a sickness of the mind.
Living in a world such a love is illegal, to live open and honest is absolutely impossible.
The soul is the prisoner of his own body. And it's locked out from contact with others by the walls of their bodies.
I want to get ride of this picture. We are what we are only because we share a common language and common forms of life.
Do You Understand What I'm Saying ?
What I meant was that I tried to show the sort of things that philosophy could say, and these aren't really important. What's much more important is all the things it can't articulate.
Philosopher in no sense can question them.Philosophy leaves everything exactly what it is.
We learn to use words because we belong to a culture,a form of life, a practical way of doing things.…All this is public affair.
Don't be afraid of dying. It is death that give life meaning and shape.
-I'd quite like to have composed a philosophy work which consists entirely of jokes.
-Why didn't you?
-Sadly I didn't have a sense of humor.
(Thinks to @queeniepku, I needn't to type in all these words!:)
Let me tell you a little story. There was once a young man who dreamed of reducing the world to pure logic. Because he was a very clever young man, he actually managed to do it. And when he'd finished his work, he stood back and admired it. It was beautiful. A world purged of imperfection and indeterminacy. Countless acres of gleaming ice stretching to the horizon. So the clever young man looked around the world he had created, and decided to explore it. He took one step forward and fell flat on his back. You see, he had forgotten about friction. The ice was smooth and level and stainless, but you couldn't walk there. So the clever young man sat down and wept bitter tears.
But as he grew into a wise old man, he came to understand that roughness and ambiguity aren't imperfections. They're what make the world turn. He wanted to run and dance. And the words and things scattered upon this ground were all battered and tarnished and ambiguous, and the wise old man saw that that was the way things were. But something in him was still homesick for the ice, where everything was radiant and absolute and relentless. Though he had come to like the idea of the rough ground, he couldn't bring himself to live there.
So now he was marooned between earth and ice, at home in neither. And this was the cause of all his grief.
(At last,here comes Mr,Green.)
-Solution to the riddle of life and space and time lies out of space and time.But as you know and as I know, there is no riddles.
In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.
One must understand, or die..
When two principles meet and cannot be reconciled one another,then each calls the other fool or heresy.
We must improve ourselves. That's all we can do to better the world.
To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.
We imagine the meaning of what you say as something queer, mysterious, hidden from view.But nothing is hidden. Everything is opened up to view.
Philosophy hunts for the essence of meaning.But There Is No Such Thing !
It is the philosophers who muddy the water.
When you want to know the meaning of words, don't look at the side of yourself.
Philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding language.
The limit of my language is the limits of my world. We keep running against the wall of our cages.
(Wittgenstein wants to do some manual labor in Soviet Union.)
-It is absolutely out of the question.The one thing that is not in short of in Soviet Union is unskilled labor.
(Russel is talking about Johnny.)
-You're forcing your own self-hatred onto their son.(Johnny's parents are both labors.)
-It's my business to stop you from infecting too many young men.
-All upper crust idealize to common folks.
Salvation is the only thing that concerns me.And I know we are not here to have a good time.
Philosophy is a sickness of the mind.
Living in a world such a love is illegal, to live open and honest is absolutely impossible.
The soul is the prisoner of his own body. And it's locked out from contact with others by the walls of their bodies.
I want to get ride of this picture. We are what we are only because we share a common language and common forms of life.
Do You Understand What I'm Saying ?
What I meant was that I tried to show the sort of things that philosophy could say, and these aren't really important. What's much more important is all the things it can't articulate.
Philosopher in no sense can question them.Philosophy leaves everything exactly what it is.
We learn to use words because we belong to a culture,a form of life, a practical way of doing things.…All this is public affair.
Don't be afraid of dying. It is death that give life meaning and shape.
-I'd quite like to have composed a philosophy work which consists entirely of jokes.
-Why didn't you?
-Sadly I didn't have a sense of humor.
(Thinks to @queeniepku, I needn't to type in all these words!:)
Let me tell you a little story. There was once a young man who dreamed of reducing the world to pure logic. Because he was a very clever young man, he actually managed to do it. And when he'd finished his work, he stood back and admired it. It was beautiful. A world purged of imperfection and indeterminacy. Countless acres of gleaming ice stretching to the horizon. So the clever young man looked around the world he had created, and decided to explore it. He took one step forward and fell flat on his back. You see, he had forgotten about friction. The ice was smooth and level and stainless, but you couldn't walk there. So the clever young man sat down and wept bitter tears.
But as he grew into a wise old man, he came to understand that roughness and ambiguity aren't imperfections. They're what make the world turn. He wanted to run and dance. And the words and things scattered upon this ground were all battered and tarnished and ambiguous, and the wise old man saw that that was the way things were. But something in him was still homesick for the ice, where everything was radiant and absolute and relentless. Though he had come to like the idea of the rough ground, he couldn't bring himself to live there.
So now he was marooned between earth and ice, at home in neither. And this was the cause of all his grief.
(At last,here comes Mr,Green.)
-Solution to the riddle of life and space and time lies out of space and time.But as you know and as I know, there is no riddles.
