A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.

If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow side, it would give us the same impression as a north wind coming from the southwest.

Because our goals are not lofty but illusory, our problems are not difficult, but nonsensical.

We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there. This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures. Who, for example, would be repelled by photographs, because a face without color and even perhaps a face in reduced proportions struck them as inhuman.

In the world everything is as it is and happens as it does happen. In it, there is no value, - and if there were, it would be of no value.

The solution to the problem of life is seen in the vanishing of this problem.

My attitude towards him is an attitude towards a soul. I am not of the opinion that he has a soul. . . .