The limits of my language mean the limits of my world |
The logic of the world is prior to all truth and falsehood. |
The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is |
The real discovery is the one which enables me to stop doing philosophy when I want to. - The one that gives philosophy peace, so that it is no longer tormented by questions which bring itself into question. |
The world is the totality of facts, not of things. |
The world of the happy is quite different from that of the unhappy. |
There are remarks that sow and remarks that reap. |
Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination. |
We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there. This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures. Who, for example, would be repelled by photographs, because a face without color and even perhaps a face in reduced proportions struck them as inhuman. |
What can be said at all can be said clearly; and whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent |
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. |
You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks. |
You must always be puzzled by mental illness. The thing I would dread most, if I became mentally ill, would be your adopting a common sense attitude; that you could take it for granted that I was deluded. |