I am my world.

A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.

Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.

A philosopher who is not taking part in discussions is like a boxer who never goes into the ring

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that’s a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.