A philosopher is a sort of intellectual yokel who gawks at things that sensible people take for granted.

People become concerned with being more humble than other people.

Yet again, the more you strive for some kind of perfection or mastery—in morals, in art or in spirituality—the more you see that you are playing a rarified and lofty form of the old ego-game, and that your attainment of any height is apparent to yourself and to others only by contrast with someone else's depth or failure.

It's time to question a job or career move when it seems like most energy is devoted to making things appear other than what they really are.

The religious idea of God cannot do full duty for the metaphysical infinity.

If to enjoy even an enjoyable present we must have the assurance of a happy future, we are “crying for the moon.” We have no such assurance. The best predictions are still matters of probability rather than certainty, and to the best of our knowledge every one of us is going to suffer and die. If, then, we cannot live happily without an assured future, we are certainly not adapted to living in a finite world where, despite the best plans, accidents will happen, and where death comes at the end.

There is no way of making a hedge grow like pruning it. There is no way of making sex interesting like repressing it.