If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence, or at any rate not take it upon himself to impose that burden upon it in cold blood?
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest — whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories — comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer.
Existence precedes and rules essence.
On one side, the mass of a mountain. A life I know. On the other, the universe of the clouds, so full of unknown that it seems empty to us. Too much space.
Everybody is worried about dying, but the cause of death is birth, so if you don't want to die, you don't get born!
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.
For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering
There's nothing that reflects me. I'm unreflectable!
Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.
The only real problem in life is what to do next.
Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
You are doomed to make choices. This is life's greatest paradox.
This is one of the two great labyrinths into which human minds are drawn: the question of free will versus predestination.
We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.
I know that in my own mind, I struggle with a desire to be both entirely absent and entirely present in any given moment.
Every one of us at some point in our lives has had the struggle with identity.
When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.
That which you seek, is causing you to seek.
My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature. I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.
One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.
What you believe matters, however. It’s all anyone has to act on. And since what you do is who you are, your actions define you. If you don’t believe anything is true simply because you can’t logically prove what’s true, you won’t do anything. You won’t be anything. You’ll end up spending your life in a rocking chair looking out at the horizon waiting for an answer that never comes. You might as well be dead. It’s an old philosophical problem.
Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is...the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
Sometimes I think that if I wasn't crazy... I'd go crazy.
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
