My existence is such that "I" do not really exist. At the end of understanding so much I understand that I know nothing. I suffer for being surrounded by intense suffering and yet I'm deeply suspicious if first of all there is indeed any consciousness except me. I strive to find the artist who might have fathered this great universal art but feel myself to be too feeble to accomplish this seemingly unattainable mission. Yet I have every respect for life, and it is this sheer respect that makes me live.

The failure of the past philosophers is largely the failure to see the self-evident.

The worst of lusts is vanity.

The world is solely occupied by a questioner and a philosopher.

God is the only evil. His vanity made him the devil.

The best of humanity is philosophy.

Man is programmed to find the programmer.