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I Now Wish That I Had Spent Somewhat More Of My Life With Verse. This Is Not Because I Fear Having Missed Out On Truths That Are Incapable Of Statement In Prose. There Are No Such Truths; There Is Nothing About Death That Swinburne And Landor Knew But Epicurus And Heidegger Failed To Grasp. Rather, It Is Because I Would Have Lived More Fully If I Had Been Able To Rattle Off More Old Chestnuts — just As I Would Have If I Had Made More Close Friends.

You Read The Pragmatists And All You Know Is: Not Descartes, Not Kant, Not Plato. It's Like Aspirin. You Can't Use Aspirin To Give Yourself Power, You Take It To Get Rid Of Headaches. In That Way, Pragmatism Is A Philosophical Therapy. It Helps You Stop Asking The Unhelpful Questions.

Truth Is A Property Of Sentences, Since Sentences Are Dependent For Their Existence Upon Vocabularies, And Since Vocabularies Are Made By Human Beings, So Are Truths.

To Abjure The Notion Of The Truly Human Is To Abjure The Attempt To Divinize The Self As A Replacement For A Divinized World.

A Talent For Speaking Differently, Rather Than For Arguing Well Is The Chief Instrument Of Cultural Change.