
“Is there a thinker apart from thought?”
12th Public Talk, London, UK (28 May 1961)
1960s
Source: Who Is Man? (1965), Ch. 5<!-- Manipulation and appreciation, p. 81 -->
Context: The sense of meaning is not born in ease and sloth. It comes after bitter trials, disappointments in the glitters, foundering, strandings. It is the marrow from the bone. There is no manna in our wilderness.
Thought is not bred apart from experience or from inner surroundings. Thinking is living, and no thought is bred in an isolated cell in the brain. No thought is an island.
“Is there a thinker apart from thought?”
12th Public Talk, London, UK (28 May 1961)
1960s
“Beauty is the only uncreated thing you can experience apart from God.”
Knowing Yourself: The True in the False (1996)
Context: Beauty is the only uncreated thing you can experience apart from God. Beauty is and always is. You are absent. Why are you absent? Again your robot mind is the problem. It will not stay still and you cannot make it stay still. It is your master and it separates you from beauty and God. So to experience beauty, love, truth and peace, or God, your mind has to be stilled.
Source: Human Nature and the Social Order, 1902, p. 36
Source: Cours de linguistique générale (1916), p. 111-112
Source: Course in General Linguistics
Context: Psychologically our thought-apart from its expression in words-is only a shapeless and indistinct mass. Philosophers and linguists have always agreed in recognizing that without the help of signs we would be unable to make a clear-cut, consistent distinction between two ideas. Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula. here are no pre-existing ideas, and nothing is distinct before the appearance of language.
Source: L’Expérience Intérieure (1943), p. 9
In a Copy of Omar Khayyam.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Variant: These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plucked them from their bed,
FitzGerald strung them on an English thread.
Book V, Chapter 1.
Books, Coningsby (1844), Vivian Grey (1826)
Source: Henry Rios series of novels, The Little Death (1986), p.118