Truth [is] What Is Better For Us

There Is Nothing To Be Known About Anything Except An Initially Large, And Forever Expandable, Web Of Relations To Other Things. Everything That Can Serve As A Term Of Relation Can Be Dissolved Into Another Set Of Relations, And So On For Ever. There Are, So To Speak, Relations All The Way Down, All The Way Up, And All The Way Out In Every Direction: You Never Reach Something Which Is Not Just One More Nexus Of Relations.

My Principal Motive Is The Belief That We Can Still Make Admirable Sense Of Our Lives Even If We Cease To Have... An Ambition Of Transcendence.

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.

Freedom Is The Recognition Of Contingency.

The World Does Not Speak. Only We Do. The World Can, Once We Have Programmed Ourselves With A Language, Cause Us To Hold Beliefs. But It Cannot Propose A Language For Us To Speak. Only Other Human Beings Can Do That.