Blaise Pascal Quotes

Things don't exist until they exist.

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

Being is born of not being.

The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything.

The world could be anything, you know, It could be a solid state matrix of some sort. It could be an illusion. It could be a dream. I mean it really could be a dream.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal

It is easier to argue that something nobody believes in actually exists than it is to argue that something everybody believes in is unreal.

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.

The more I see, the less I know.

Finding a name for something is a way of conjuring its existence, of making it possible for people to see a pattern where they didn't see anything before.

Consider the sunlight. You may say that it is near, yet if you pursue it from world to world you will never catch it. You may say it is far, yet it is right before your eyes. Chase it and it always eludes you; run from it and it is always there. From this example you can understand how it is with the true nature of things.

It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality, and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality, or it would not be reasonable.

He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.

The universe is illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by the sun-but also its captives, bound by the mineral-made ropes of our senses.

Whatever you might say the object "is", well it is not.

Being that can be understood is language.

I think that you really get what you recognize is in the universe.

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.

We will first understand how simple the universe is when we recognize how strange it is.