What Sort Of World Can We Prepare

The Difference Between People And Ideas Is... Only Superficial.

I Now Wish That I Had Spent Somewhat More Of My Life With Verse. This Is Not Because I Fear Having Missed Out On Truths That Are Incapable Of Statement In Prose. There Are No Such Truths; There Is Nothing About Death That Swinburne And Landor Knew But Epicurus And Heidegger Failed To Grasp. Rather, It Is Because I Would Have Lived More Fully If I Had Been Able To Rattle Off More Old Chestnuts — just As I Would Have If I Had Made More Close Friends.

What Counts As Rational Argumentation Is As Historically Determined And As Context-dependent, As What Counts As Good French.

I Think Of An Intellectual As Just Being Bookish, Being Interested In History Books, Utopian Ideas, That Kind Of Thing.

Academic Disciplines Are Subject To Being Overtaken By Attacks Of "knowingness"- A State Of Mind And Soul That Prevents Shudders Of Awe And Makes One Immune To Enthusiasm.