There is small reason to believe, outside of a few specialized fields, that a proposition is correct because it can be persuasively argued for.
Operations of thought are like cavalry charges in a battle — they are strictly limited in number, require fresh horses, and must only be made at decisive moments.
You never get a good piece of music stuck in your head, just an idiotically catchy pop song or advertising jingle; and ideas work the same way.
All issues appear to have two sides for the same reason a tetrahedron does; and our spatial is better than our logical perspective.
It is unfortunate that I forget so few of my thoughts.
Though modern society generally punishes stupidity, it allows certain specialized forms of it, often confused with intelligence, to flourish.
Enlightenment philosophy is Christianity without the serpent.
Utter dissociation of thought and action is normal; for its opposite we reserve special terms, like saint, or fanatic, or fool.
Occam’s Razor accounts not for the world’s simplicity, but for our own.
We have become too cool for deontology, yet remain too stupid for consequentialism.
Reasoning to broad, correct conclusions is like beating the market: it happens, but not to you.