There Are Things That Are So Serious

Nonsense. Space Is Blue And Birds Fly Through It.

The World Thus Appears As A Complicated Tissue Of Events, In Which Connections Of Different Kinds Alternate Or Overlap Or Combine And Thereby Determine The Texture Of The Whole.

The Same Organizing Forces That Have Shaped Nature In All Her Forms Are Also Responsible For The Structure Of Our Minds.

Where No Guiding Ideals Are Left To Point The Way, The Scale Of Values Disappears And With It The Meaning Of Our Deeds And Sufferings, And At The End Can Lie Only Negation And Despair. Religion Is Therefore The Foundation Of Ethics, And Ethics The Presupposition Of Life.

It Will Never Be Possible By Pure Reason To Arrive At Some Absolute Truth.