Charles Sanders Peirce Quotes

Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality!

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

There's nobody to believe in anymore, nobody to trust.

The best definition of an immortal is someone who hasn't died yet.

I would hate to be immortal forever.

If someone wants to lead a double life, they will find a way to do it. And they can promise you things until your nerves unfold and you can finally put up your feet. But it can all be a lie. There are no guarantees, even when people mean what they say at the time. People change their minds. People die. And the hurt is as real as a baseball bat.

If we are immortal, it is a fact of nature, and that fact does not depend on bibles, on Christs, priest, or creeds.

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

He who trusts the world, the world betrays him.

I went through a huge transition in my life where everything and everyone I knew and trusted didn't turn out to be that way.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Never trust sheep.

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

'What do you really think happens after you die?' That's the question that everyone, everyone, everyone asks. And I'm so sick of it. But my true answer is, I don't know. And there's no way I'm going to find out 'til it happens.

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

Nothing keeps its promise.

Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

I think about death all the time. I know there's nothing out there, but I'm curious. There's a 300 billion-to-one chance that there might be an energy that goes somewhere else, but I doubt it.

I will burn, but this is a mere event. We shall continue our discussion in eternity.

When we get to what happens when we die, we don't have any video footage. So let's at least be honest that we are speculating, because we are.

Sometimes you don't know who you can and cannot trust. I still learn that over and over again.

It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.

There is nothing that you could say to me now that I could ever believe.