George Santayana
George Santayana
Jorge Agustín Nicolás Ruiz de Santayana y Borrás, known in English as George Santayana, was a philosopher, essayist, poet, and novelist. Originally from Spain, Santayana was raised and educated in the United States from the age of eight and identified himself as an American, although he always kept a valid Spanish passport. He wrote in English and is generally considered an American man of letters. At the age of forty-eight, Santayana left his position at Harvard and returned to Europe...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth16 December 1863
CityMadrid, Spain
CountrySpain
To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.
Injustice in this world is not something comparative; the wrong is deep, clear, and absolute in each private fate.
A way foolishness has of revenging itself is to excommunicate the world.
A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world.
The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.
A buoyant and full-blooded soul has quick senses and miscellaneous sympathies: it changes with the changing world; and when not too much starved or thwarted by circumstances, it finds all things vivid and comic. Life is free play fundamentally and would like to be free play altogether.
Columbus gave the world another world.
I leave you but the sound of many a word In mocking echoes haply overheard, I sang to heaven. My exile made me free, from world to world, from all worlds carried me.
One real world is enough.
What is more important in life than our bodies or in the world than what we look like?
Spirit itself is not human; it may spring up in any life... it may exist in all animals, and who know in how many undreamt-of beings, or in the midst of what worlds?
The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.
The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend.
In a moving world readaptation is the price of longevity.