“When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.”

There can never be surprises in logic.

The world is everything that is the case.

Belief in the causal nexus is superstition.

A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.

If a lion could speak, we could not understand him.

The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

A logical picture of facts is a thought.

Only describe, don’t explain.

I want to say- We use judgments as principles of judgement.

The meaning of a word is its use in the language.

Anything that can be said can be said clearly.

Genius is talent exercised with courage.

You can’t think decently if you’re not willing to hurt yourself.

Understand or die.

Hell isn’t other people. Hell is yourself.

Language disguises thought.

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.

I am so incredibly sorry somebody made you feel as though it was difficult to love you.

The feeling of love conquers all heartbreak.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I can’t keep quiet of all that I’m feeling so I won’t.

I do not myself feel that any person who is really profoundly humane can believe in everlasting punishment.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.