Life is a journey so everyone is a tourist.
It has gradually become clear to me what every great philosophy up till now has consisted of—namely, the confession of its originator, and a species of involuntary and unconscious auto-biography; and moreover that the moral (or immoral) purpose in every philosophy has constituted the true vital germ out of which the entire plant has always grown.
Men arbeidt nog, want arbeid is een vermaak. Maar men zorgt, dat het vermaak niet aangrijpt. Men wordt niet meer arm en rijk: beide zijn te bezwaarlijk. Wie wil nog regeren? Wie gehoorzamen? Beide zijn te bezwaarlijk. Geen herder en ene kudde! Ieder wil hetzelfde, ieder is gelijk: wie anders voelt, gaat vrijwillig in het gekkenhuis.
Excelsior! You will never again pray, never again repose in limitless trust - you deny it to yourself to remain halted before an ultimate wisdom, ultimate good, ultimate power, and there unharness your thoughts.
And if something great fails you, does that mean you yourselves are—failures? And if you yourselves are failures, does that mean—the human being is a failure? But if the human being is a failure: well then! come now!
A degree of culture, and assuredly a very high one, is attained when man rises above superstitions and religious notions and fears, and, for instance, no longer believes in guardian angels or in original sin, and has also ceased to talk of the salvation of his soul.