Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.
HENRI BERGSONThere is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.
More Henri Bergson Quotes
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There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.
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ACT as men of thought; THINK as men of action.
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The emotion felt by a man in the presence of nature certainly counts for something in the origin of religions.
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Laughter appears to stand in need of an echo, Listen to it carefully: it is not an articulate, clear, well-defined sound; it is something which would fain be prolonged by reverberating from one to another.
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To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
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It is the very essence of intelligence to coordinate means with a view to a remote end, and to undertake what it does not feel absolutely sure of carrying out.
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The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.
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In just the same way the thousands of successive positions of a runner are contracted into one sole symbolic attitude, which our eye perceives, which art reproduces, and which becomes for everyone the image of a man who runs.
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You will obtain a vision of matter that is perhaps fatiguing for your imagination, but pure and stripped of what the requirements of life make you add to it in external perception.
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If reality impacted directly on our senses and our consciousness, if we could have direct communication between the material world and ourselves, art would be unnecessary.
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It is emotion that drives the intelligence forward in spite of obstacles.
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For life is tendency, and the essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf, creating, by its very growth, divergent directions among which its impetus is divided.
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Divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.
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There is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.
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Laughter is the corrective force which prevents us from becoming cranks.
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