Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him.
If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?
The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interest upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance.
The question that faces every man born into this world is not what should be his purpose, which he should set about to achieve, but just what to do with life? The answer, that he should order his life so that he can find the greatest happiness in it, is more a practical question, similar to that of how a man should spend his weekend, then a metaphysical proposition as to what is the mystic purpose of his life in the scheme of the universe.
Our dream is to one day uncover the essence of what makes us human.
One of my optimistic prophecies is based on the assumption that machines could have the best algorithms in the universe, but it will never have purpose. And the problem for us to explain purpose to a machine is because we don't know what our purpose is. We have the purpose, but we still ... When we look at this global picture, a universal picture, to understand what is our purpose being here on this planet? We don't know.
Is life worth living? It all depends on the liver.
Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
That deep emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, forms my idea of God.
When I was eight, I would look at the cover of the 'Ghost Rider' comic book in my little home in Long Beach, California, and I couldn't get my head around how something that scary could also be good. To me it was my first philosophical awakening - 'How is this possible, this duality?'
Basically, it comes down to this: do you believe in God, or don't you believe in God.
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence.
Is there to be no living Irish nation?
I notice that everbody who is Pro-Abortion already has been born.
One has only to contemplate the magnitude of this task to concede that the spontaneous generation of a living organism is impossible. Yet here we are-as a result, I believe, of spontaneous generation.
What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
You can't put your finger on who I am. I can't put my finger on who I am.
What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?
If there were no God, it would have been necessary to invent him.
I don't know what 'famous' is, really.
Leonard asks me if there's anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what's the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that's an easy one, my son, it's whatever you want it to be.
