Hobbes: Do you think there's a God? Calvin: Well, somebody's out to get me!
[Calvin and Hobbes are playing Scrabble.] Calvin: Ha! I've got a great word and it's on a "Double word score" box! Hobbes: "ZQFMGB" isn't a word! It doesn't even have a vowel! Calvin: It is so a word! It's a worm found in New Guinea! Everyone knows that! Hobbes: I'm looking it up. Calvin: You do, and I'll look up that 12-letter word you played with all the Xs and Js! Hobbes: What's your score for ZQFMGB? Calvin: 957.
Leisure is the mother of philosophy.
The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
How could a state be governed, or protected in its foreign relations if every individual remained free to obey or not to obey the law according to his private opinion.
Government is necessary, not because man is naturally bad... but because man is by nature more individualistic than social.
Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.
CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.
HOBBES: Virtue needs some cheaper thrills.
HOBBES: If you don't get a goodnight kiss you get Kafka dreams.