Similarities Of Philosophers About Self Novels & Stories

"My age is equal to this moment." I was fascinated. Everything that left his tongue sounded eloquent and ancient, pulling me into the depths of philosophers and their countless sayings. I had never met anyone like him, nor anyone comparable. I raised my brows in surprise, my thoughts suddenly stirred. "Tell me, Mr. Alexander Roth, who's your favorite philosopher? Personally, I prefer Socrates, Descartes, and Freud." He muttered in a nearly sleepy accent, needing no time to think. "Plato. And you."

He exclaimed with wide eyes. "Come on, it can't be that bad, you're…. A catch," she said. "A famous philosopher once said "werewolf, know who thou art" and I know who I am, Jasmine, I definitely do not want a female of myself," he strongly objected to her idea. "I'm definitely sure it is "man, know thyself," She corrected. "Doesn't matter, it suits me more this way," he said smugly. "It sure does, you look dashing today Nathan," she complimented him.

He isn't aware that my major in college is philosophy. Mr. Vladimir took a seat and leaned back in his chair, the book still in his hand as he gazed at me. "You know, I've always been fascinated by the works of Thomas Hobbes. He believed human behavior is driven by self-interest and a desire for power", He paused, studying my expression, "What do you think? Do you agree that humans are inherently selfish, or do you side with Jean-Jacques Rousseau, who believed we are born innocent and corrupted by society?"

“Now I want you to tell me one thing all these philosophers had in common with Socrates’ beliefs.” Gigi’s gaze remained on the board for a while. She gave it a couple more thoughts, then eventually raised her hand. The teacher’s eyes lingered on hers for a second. “Yes, Gigi.” “These philosophers,” she started, “As does Socrates himself, all share the belief that genuine wisdom comes from questioning assumptions, examining one’s own life as well as seeking the truth from rational dialogue.”

A bitter, cynical laugh threatened to bubble up. ‘Actually,’ I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended, ‘I would argue that at their core, it’s fundamentally the same. The philanderer uses his money to buy flesh for his sexual gratification. The philanthropist uses it to buy social esteem for his ego gratification. Ultimately, it’s all self-serving.’