#philosophic

To philosophical materialists God is no more than an idea in the human mind, and not a very important idea. ↗

— Phillip E. Johnson

#human #human mind #idea #important #materialists

It is, I think, particularly in periods of acknowledged crisis that scientists have turned to philosophical analysis as a device for unlocking the riddles of their field. Scientists have not generally needed or wanted to be philosophers. ↗

— Thomas Kuhn

#analysis #crisis #device #field #generally

Every philosophical problem, when it is subjected to the necessary analysis and justification, is found either to be not really philosophical at all, or else to be, in the sense in which we are using the word, logical. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#either #else #every #found #justification

I feel lucky, happy and philosophical about it all. ↗

— Greta Scacchi

#feel #happy #i #i feel #lucky

You get to say, 'Here's my philosophical idea about what the costume should like,' and the costume designer comes and gives you choices and sometimes they're all good, and I say, 'What do you think?' and they pick the right thing. ↗

— John Sayles

#choices #comes #costume #designer #get

I see myself as a person who wants to serve the constituents within my district and find a way to move those who are not in our position philosophically to our position. ↗

— Tim Scott

#district #find #i #i see #move

Our tools are extensions of our purposes, and so we find it natural to make metaphorical attributions of intentionality to them; but I take it no philosophical ice is cut by such examples. ↗

— John Searle

#examples #extensions #find #i #ice

Madam Dorothea shot him a dark look. "If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#insults #philosophical #funny

There are men so philosophical that they can see humor in their own toothaches. But there has never lived a man so philosophical that he could see the toothache in his own humor. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#his #humor #lived #man #men

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world. ↗

— William Gay

#poetic #southern-gothic #home