At the lowest cognitive level, they are processes of experiencing, or, to speak more generally, processes of intuiting that grasp the object in the original.

It just is nothing foreign to consciousness at all that could present itself to consciousness through the mediation of phenomena different from the liking itself; to like is intrinsically to be conscious.

At the lowest cognitive level, they are processes of experiencing, or, to speak more generally, processes of intuiting that grasp the object in the original.

We would be in a nasty position indeed if empirical science were the only kind of science possible.

To every object there correspond an ideally closed system of truths that are true of it and, on the other hand, an ideal system of possible cognitive processes by virtue of which the object and the truths about it would be given to any cognitive subject.

In all the areas within which the spiritual life of humanity is at work, the historical epoch wherein fate has placed us is an epoch of stupendous happenings.

Within this widest concept of object, and specifically within the concept of individual object, Objects and phenomena stand in contrast with each other.

The ideal of a pure phenomenology will be perfected only by answering this question; pure phenomenology is to be separated sharply from psychology at large and, specifically, from the descriptive psychology of the phenomena of consciousness.

What is thematically posited is only what is given, by pure reflection, with all its immanent essential moments absolutely as it is given to pure reflection.

In a few decades of reconstruction, even the mathematical natural sciences, the ancient archetypes of theoretical perfection, have changed habit completely!

Without troublesome work, no one can have any concrete, full idea of what pure mathematical research is like or of the profusion of insights that can be obtained from it.

Psychologically experienced consciousness is therefore no longer pure consciousness; construed Objectively in this way, consciousness itself becomes something transcendent, becomes an event in that spatial world which appears, by virtue of consciousness, to be transcendent.

Pure phenomenology claims to be the science of pure phenomena. This concept of the phenomenon, which was developed under various names as early as the eighteenth century without being clarified, is what we shall have to deal with first of all.

Natural objects, for example, must be experienced before any theorizing about them can occur.

To begin with, we put the proposition: pure phenomenology is the science of pure consciousness.

The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.

Experience by itself is not science.

Philosophers, as things now stand, are all too fond of offering criticism from on high instead of studying and understanding things from within.

Something similar is still true of the courses followed by manifold intuitions which together make up the unity of one continuous consciousness of one and the same object.

If all consciousness is subject to essential laws in a manner similar to that in which spatial reality is subject to mathematical laws, then these essential laws will be of most fertile significance in investigating facts of the conscious life of human and brute animals.

Curiously enough, I was one of the first to have some say in Hollywood. By sheer accident, I had four successes in a row in the early 30's and, although I was still in my 20's, I demanded and received approval of cast, story and director. I don't know how I got away with it, but I did!

I'm kind of a gypsy, so I love living out of a suitcase and going from place to place meeting people.

Failure is not a crime. The crime is not trying.

James, that's a bad situation. I'm not saying it's not repairable, but it's pretty far. When you go from being in one of the best bands in the world to some cover band... as far as I'm concerned, he was playing down at the pub.

Americans were told repeatedly by President Bush and Vice President Cheney that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. None were ever found.

There are proofs that date back to the Greeks that are still valid today.

I can play the trumpet. Before I became an actor, I wanted to be the next Louis Armstrong. I started young and got to grade seven. When I turned 13, everyone started whipping out guitars, looking cool and joining rock bands, so I stopped playing.

I have suffered as much as Martin Luther King. Only I didn't get the bullet. And I would have taken the bullet if I could have.

Historical facts are the vital framework around which non-fiction writers construct their narratives; they are, quite simply, indispensable.

The gentle wind a sweet and passionate wooer Kisses the blushing leaf.

Satellite broadcasting makes it possible for information-hungry residents of many closed societies to bypass state-controlled television channels.

All the mistakes I've ever made in my life have been when I've been drunk. I haven't made hardly any mistakes sober, ever, ever.

Divorce doesn't fit my cookie-cutter image.

I mean, I wouldn't pay more than a couple of quid to see me, and I'm me.

For a date night with my girlfriend, we go to Zuma for Japanese.

All kinds of celebrities, political ones as well, are increasingly being targeted. In this country, with all the countless guns.

Occasionally, Donald Trump says something that is politically incorrect but which also happens to be true.

We need to fix Washington, D.C. and states need to fix their sanctuary policies. That's the problem.

Say, the next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you, will you?

I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004.

How we grow food has enormous effects on the environment - climate change as well as pollution of air, water, and soil.

My father never ran for office or supported anybody for office, and was not engaged in that at all.

Faith to my mind is a stiffening process a sort of mental starch.

No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.