Man is a rational animal. He can think up a reason for anything he wants to believe.
He flattered himself on being a man without any prejudices; and this pretension itself is a very great prejudice.
In truth man is made rather to eat ices than to pore over old texts.
The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.
The mania of thinking renders one unfit for every activity.
Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses; their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one.