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Ordinary language is all right.

One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.

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17 May '11 06:38:30 AM

'If we have recalled these words of Bergson, not all of which are in his books, it is because they make us feel that there is a tension in the relation of the philosopher with other persons or with life, and that this uneasiness is essential to philosophy. We have forgotten this a little. The modern philosopher is frequently a functionary, always a writer, and the freedom allowed him in his books admits an opposite view. What he says enters first of all into an academic world where the choices of life are deadened and the occasions for thought are cut off. Without books a certain speed of communication would be impossible, and there is nothing to say against them. But in the end they are only words expressed a bit more coherently. The philosophy placed in books has ceased to challenge men. What is unusual and almost insupportable in it is hidden in the respectable life of the great philosophical systems. In order to understand the total function of the philosopher, we must remember that even the philosophical writers whom we read and who we are have never ceased to recognize as their patron a man who never wrote, who never taught, at least in any official chair, who talked with anyone he met on the street, and who had certain difficulties with public opinion and with the public powers. We must remember Socrates.'

14 May '11 03:28:01 AM

'Of course it is said that the freedom to speak or to write could be taken from us by a superior power, but the freedom to think cannot be. Yet how much and how correctly would we think if we did not think as it were in community with others to whom we communicate our thoughts, and who communicate theirs with us!'

26 Mar '11 02:31:15 AM

'…in which the prospect is not for the passing of years (until death parts us) but for the willing repetition of days, willingness for the everyday (until our true minds become unreadable to one another).'

20 Mar '11 05:38:59 AM

'brought to light—that is to within reach of the dim day constituted by their discretions and privacies—'

19 Mar '11 06:43:16 AM

'But all these times and places and occasions are now and here.'

19 Mar '11 06:41:52 AM

'…which no day illustrates…'

18 Mar '11 03:50:46 AM

'—as if the earth sent forth an inward heat to greet the returning sun; not yellow but green is the color of its flame'

8 Mar '11 02:32:32 AM

'So they destroy one another for us. How is a tradition to come out of that?'

7 Mar '11 07:58:25 AM

'He could only feel with a terrible pang that there was something in Hetty's life unknown to him; that while he had been rocking himself in the hope that she would come to love him, she was already loving another.'