Intellectual vulgarity depresses me more than bad news.
So that one does not live depressed among so many foolish opinions, it behooves one to remember at every moment that things obviously are what they are, no matter what the world’s opinion is.
The universe takes revenge on those who treat it as an inanimate mechanism by making them die not humiliated, but prosperous and brutish.
In the intelligent man faith is the only remedy for anguish.
The fool is cured by “reason,” “progress,” alcohol, work.
Whoever appeals to any science in order to justify his basic convictions inspires distrust of his honesty or his intelligence.
Why deceive ourselves? Science has not answered a single important question.
The sight of the modern world is so repugnant that ethical imperatives are becoming certainties in the indicative for us.
More so than the immorality of the contemporary world, it is its growing ugliness that moves one to dream of a cloister.