One of the appeals of markets, as a public philosophy, is they seem to spare us the need to engage in public arguments about the meaning of goods. So markets seem to enable us to be non-judgmental about values. But I think that’s a mistake.
The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.
I think the meaning of abortion is what the woman says it is: For a woman who wants a child but can’t have this one, it can be sad; for a woman who doesn’t want a baby, it can feel like a huge relief, like having your whole life given back to you.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live – moreover, the only one.
Inner-life questions are the kind everyone asks, with or without benefit of God-talk: ‘Does my life have meaning and purpose?’ ‘Do I have gifts that the world wants and needs?’ ‘Whom and what shall I serve?’ ‘Whom and what can I trust?’ ‘How can I rise above my fears?’
Biology, meaning the science of all life, is a late notion.
If particulars are to have meaning, there must be universals.
It is of no use to commit whole pages to memory, merely to recite them once without hesitation; you must think of the meaning more than the words – of the ideas more than the language.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
Few words in any language carry such a load of meaning as ‘honor.’ It is an old word, unchanged even in its spelling from classical Latin to modern English. Spoken or written, it does not seem to require much explanation; most people think they know what it means.