"We should not allow into our minds the conviction that argumentation has nothing sound about it; must rather we should believe that it is we who are not yet sound and that we must take courage and be eager to attain soundness, you and the others for the sake of your whole life still to come, and I for the sake of death itself."
— Socrates, on the day of his execution, from Plato’s Phaedo
"We should not become misologues, as people become misanthropes. There is no greater evil one can suffer than to hate reasonable discourse."
— Socrates, in Plato’s Phaedo
Anonymous asked: That last Camus post; What are your thoughts on this in regarding to Nietzsche? I am referring to his notion that Man likes to be in Nature since it is not judging. For me in particular this is a lovely similarity.
An astute observation; Nietzsche and Camus definitely shared a common love for nature. They both felt that the beauty of being human was justified by their beliefs concerning nature in some way — Nietzsche believed that the will to power was the fundamental force of both nature and mankind, and Camus sought unity with nature in its indifference, beauty, and mortality.
"It’s a strange and insufferable certainty to know that monumental beauty always supposes servitude, that, however, servitude is beauty and one cannot help but desire beauty and one cannot desire servitude; servitude remains no less intolerable. Perhaps it’s for this that I put the beauty of a landscape above all else — it’s not paid for by any injustice and my heart is free there."
— Albert Camus - Notebooks 1951-1959
"Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words."
— Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight.
"Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring’s invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn."
— Walt Whitman, “Continuities”
"I’m sorry, Zagreus, but it’s been a long time since I talked about certain things. So I don’t know anymore – or I’m not sure. When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed and of the wretched child I was and of the madness of life and ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness – I can’t say it."
— A Happy Death, Albert Camus
"Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper."
— Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone
(Source: cartographe, via a-weltanschauung)
acknowledgetheabsurd asked: holy moly your camus flood <3 also thanks for posting that Nietzsche letter about the sea and two good old boats, that specific one, along with his quote 'Across the Plank' in The Gay Science are two of my favorite pieces by him just because of how much those sentiments resonate with my best friend and i. anyways, made my day seeing that on my dash, have a good one :)
"My dear friend, what is this our life? A boat that swims in the sea, and all one knows for certain about it is that one day it will capsize. Here we are, two good old boats that have been faithful neighbors, and above all your hand has done its best to keep me from ‘capsizing’! Let us then continue our voyage — each for the other’s sake, for a long time yet, a long time! We should miss each other so much! Tolerably calm seas and good winds and above all sun — what I wish for myself, I wish for you, too, and am sorry that my gratitude can find expression only in such a wish and has no influence at all on wind or weather."
— Nietzsche, in a letter to Franz Overbeck
"The opposite of reaction is not revolution, but creation. The world is in an unending state of reaction and thus unendingly in danger of revolution. What defines progress, if it is such, is that without compromise, creators of all kinds triumph over the mind, over reaction, and over inactivity without revolution being necessary. When there are no more of these creators, revolution is inevitable."
— Albert Camus - Notebook 1951-1959
"It is said that Nietzsche, after breaking with Lou, entered into a final solitude, walked at night in the mountains that dominate the Gulf of Genoa and lit immense fires there that he watched smolder. I’ve often thought of these fires and their gleam has danced behind my entire intellectual life. So even though I’ve sometimes been unjust toward certain thoughts and certain men whom I’ve met in this century, it is because I’ve unwillingly put them in front of these fires and they were promptly reduced to ashes."
— Albert Camus - Notebooks 1951-1959