Life Is Fountain Of Joy; But Where

Can An Ass Be Tragic?--to Perish Under A Burden That One Can Neither Bear Nor Cast Off? The Case Of The Philosopher.

But In The End One Also Has To Understand That The Needs That Religion Has Satisfied And Philosophy Is Now Supposed To Satisfy Are Not Immutable; They Can Be Weakened And Exterminated. Consider, For Example, That Christian Distress Of Mind That Comes From Sighing Over Ones Inner Depravity And Care For Ones Salvation - All Concepts Originating In Nothing But Errors Of Reason And Deserving, Not Satisfaction, But Obliteration.

We Are Doubly Willing To Jump Into The Water After Some One Who Has Fallen In, If There Are People Present Who Have Not The Courage To Do So.

When Somebody Dies We Usually Need Reasons For Consolation, Not So Much To Alleviate Our Pain As To Excuse Ourselves For So Readily Feeling Consoled.

Man Is At His Furthest Remove From The Animal As A Child, His Intellect Most Human. With His Fifteenth Year And Puberty He Comes Astep Closer To The Animal; With The Sense Of Possessions Of His Thirties (the Median Line Between Laziness And Greediness), Still Another Step. In His Sixtieth Year Of Life He Frequently Loses His Modesty As Well, Then The Septuagenarian Steps Up To Us As A Completely Unmasked Beast: One Need Only Look At The Eyes And The Teeth.