The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.
The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.
When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.
Suicide is part murder, revenge on those who hurt you, just as murder is part suicide, for a murderer knows he risks losing his life.
Flippancy may be a lance tilted in the face of fear.
Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.
Understanding why is never enough.
It is actually a nice question how far Descartes himself endorses the monological and metaphysically dualistic theory of mind associated with his name and his legacy in early modern philosophy. But Fichte does reject this tradition, by suggesting that an immaterial thinking substance is an incoherent notion, and a rational being whose rationality was not developed through communication with others is a transcendental impossibility.
Ronaldinho is total class - a very, very great player. He is quick, powerful, and has extraordinary technical qualities. He is a dribbler but is also a player who can make the play for his teammates. He's not really a No. 10, a true organizer. He's more a second attacker who can score goals and has the vision to make them.
Man is a machine and in the whole universe there is but a single substance, matter, variously modified.
Nothing doth so fool a man as extreme passion. This doth make them fools which otherwise are not, and show them to be fools which are so.