You got to fight them, Celie, she say. I can't do it for you. You got to fight them for yourself. I don't say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead. She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don't fight, I stay where I'm told. But I'm alive.
Arithmetic has began to totter.
Every good mathematician is at least half a philosopher, and every good philosopher is at least half a mathematician.
'Facts, facts, facts,' cries the scientist if he wants to emphasize the necessity of a firm foundation for science. What is a fact? A fact is a thought that is true. But the scientist will surely not recognize something which depends on men's varying states of mind to be the firm foundation of science.
. . . one can hardly deny that mankind has a common store of thoughts which is transmitted from one generation to another.
The thought: A logical inquiry
The aim of scientific work is truth. While we internally recognise something as true, we judge, and while we utter judgements, we assert.
There are important differences that mean we appreciate each other, not tolerate each other. Race creates this idea that there's this massive difference. So when you use race as a means to explore politics, it's a very interesting way of looking at difference, yet similarities.
If your opponent praises you: beware! But if he gets stuck into you, you are usually on the right way.
I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.