Reads tagged with “philosophy”
Henry Miller on the Secret to Growth, in Art and in Life
“The reality is always there, and it is preceded by vision. And if one keeps looking steadily the vision crystallizes into fact or deed. There is no escaping it. It doesn’t matter what route one travels.”
What Makes Us and What We Make: Kwame Anthony Appiah on the Mutability of Identity and the Limiting Lens of Cultural Appropriation
“We are denizens of an age in which our actions, in the realm of ideology as in the realm of technology, increasingly have global effects. When it comes to the compass of our concern and compassion, humanity as a whole is not too broad a horizon.”
A Language for the Exhilaration of Being Alive: The Poetic Physicist Alan Lightman on Music and the Universe
“Nowhere is the joy of existence so apparent as in music… Intelligent life-forms have created a multitude of sounds that express their exhilaration at being alive.”
How to Bear Your Suffering: The Young Poet Anne Reeve Aldrich’s Extraordinary Letter to Emily Dickinson
“It is only through the gates of suffering, either mental or physical, that we can pass into that tender sympathy with the griefs of all of mankind which it ought to be the ideal of every soul to attain.”
Life and Death and More Life: Leo Tolstoy on Science, Spirituality, and Our Search for Meaning
“A caterpillar sees itself shrivel up, but doesn’t see the butterfly which flies out of it.”
The Everlasting Wonder of Being: How a Cold Cosmos Kindles the Glow of Consciousness
How we went from quanta packages to the laughter of children on a summer afternoon.
Nathaniel Hawthorne on How to Look and Really See
“The mystery is revealed, and after a breath or two, becomes just as great a mystery as before.”
Eric Berne on the True Meaning of Intimacy, the Greatest Obstacle to It, and How to Transcend It
“A star is the glowing light inside the other person, distantly seen, brave soul’s tiny flame, too bright to approach without great courage and integrity.”
The Milky Way, the Pond, and the Meaning of Life: Thoreau on Solitude, Sympathy, and the Salve for Melancholy
“There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.”
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