-Ten words can fill a lifetime with thought and these words can never be uttered, as one can say them only to oneself.
-There are many ways to hell, but even more philosophies.
-I asked my wife: "Are you asleep?". She answered: "No I'm awake. Not there's a big difference."
-A woman is a man without a dick, a man is a woman without brains.
-Thinking is sometimes hampered by modesty, insight is always hampered by pride.
-Respect is always expressed by sincerity, disrespect often by courtesy. Yet there is some higher courtesy in which they all merge.
-One must not ask for the meaning of life, one must ask why we ask that question.
-Why must we think so deeply to realize how much we can never understand?
-The mistake of most philosophies is to suppose that wisdom can only be serious.
-Each beginning is continuation that ignores itself.
-The smiles of today are the tears of tomorrow.
-To speak means to be what one says. Using only words is just silence.
-Madness is the dialogue of the lonely.
Now are these indeed original? Are these real experiences or just the echo of some bookish "wisdom"? Catcha once wrote in the blog of a very dear friend, who had given her personal selection of phrases:
"What has librarianship in common with philosophy? Maybe a conditioned reflex of taking a "meta-position", of adding meta-data and transcending the original information. So what's the worth of aphorisms? Reading these above I remembered one of the best quotations I ever heard (Byron? Shakespeare?):
"Words, words, words, words!
Words, words, words, words!"
Trying to verify this quotation, I found this:
http://www1.bbiq.jp/quotations/words.htm
As it is said in the Bible: "Of making books there is no ending". There will never be a book that will end all books, that will contain them all, that will be the last that is written. There is no ultimate aphorism either, no definitive wise-cracker, no absolute synthesis. Maybe that would be silence? Or is silence death? Is it the fate of man to keep on babbling forever while the Gods are laughing in his face? Another aphorism that has always stayed with me: "Les mots sont faits pour cacher nos pens?es" ("Words are made to hide our thoughts": Talleyrand). Though being a librarian I was never really fond of words and certainly not of "bon-mots" (aphorisms). They have something conceited about them, the flavour of a closed mind, as if enjoying their one-sidedness and their all too rash generalization. Haiku's have also few words, yet they can capture Infinity:
On snow, snow falling,
In this silence -
I am.
Taneda Santooka
Everything being said by what is not said. From the closed world to the infinite uni-verse...."