A matter that becomes clear ceases to concern us.

Never to read another book that was born and baptized (with ink) at the same time.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

What the father kept silent the son speaks out.

Convictions are prisons.

Let them like the Tibetans, chew the cud of their "om mane padme hum" innumerable times, or, as in Benares, count the name of the God Ram-Ram-Ram (etc. with or without charm) on their fingers; or honour Vishnu with his thousand names of invocation, Allah with his ninety-nine; or they may make use of the prayer-wheels and the rosary: the main thing is that they are settled down for a time at this work and are tolerable to look at. This kind of prayer has been invented for the benefit of the pious who have thought and elevations of their own.

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.