How Vile And Despicable War

Since Our Inner Experiences Consist Of Reproductions, And Combinations Of Sensory Impressions, The Concept Of A Soul Without A Body Seem To Me To Be Empty And Devoid Of Meaning.

The Desire For Guidance, Love, And Support Prompts Men To Form The Social Or Moral Conception Of God. This Is The God Of Providence, Who Protects, Disposes, Rewards, And Punishes; The God Who, According To The Limits Of The Believer's Outlook, Loves And Cherishes The Life Of The Tribe Or Of The Human Race, Or Even Of Life Itself; The Comforter In Sorrow And Unsatisfied Longing; He Who Preserves The Souls Of The Dead. This Is The Social Or Moral Conception Of God.

I Am Neither Especially Clever Nor Especially Gifted. I Am Only Very, Very Curious.

The Word 'god' Is For Me Nothing More Than The Expression And Product Of Human Weaknesses, And Religious Scripture A Collection Of Honourable, But Still Primitive Legends Which Are Nevertheless Pretty Childish. No Interpretation, No Matter How Subtle, Can (for Me) Change This.

Time Is An Illusion.