Philosophers are often like little children, who first scribble random lines on a piece of paper with their pencils, and now ask an adult ‘What is that?
If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: ‘This is simply what I do.
It’s not how the world is, but that it is, that is cause for astonishment.
Roughly speaking: objects are colourless.
I want to say: We use judgements as principlesof judegement.
Religion as madness is a madness springing from irreligiousness.
There are two godheads: the world and my independent I. I am either happy or unhappy, that is all. It can be said: good or evil do not exist. A man who is happy must have no fear. Not even in the face of death. Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy.
Superstition is the belief in the causal nexus.
A right-hand glove could be put on the left hand if it could be turned round in four-dimensional space.
Roughly speaking: to say of two things that they are identical is nonsense, and to say of one thing that it is identical with itself is to say nothing.