Neither Paul nor Kierkegaard were kidding when they wrote of fear and trembling.
Kierkegaard is right: we are cursed to understand life only backwards while living it forwards.
Kierkegaard, a sort of Swedish person, said, “Life is best understood backwards, but must be lived forward.”
Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness.
In the letters of the sthete, Kierkegaard expounded suffering as enjoyment.
But his system is an edifice of ideas relating to the outer, Kierkegaard's one of ideas relating to the inner, world.
There's only one other man who can be compared with him in this; Kierkegaard the Dane.
He is as cold as ice, as cold as Kierkegaard's shadow of a seducer, whom he in this particular anticipates.
We must go to Kierkegaard's ieblikket (The Moment) to find outbursts corresponding to this.
It was chiefly my first reading of the principal works of Kierkegaard that marked this epoch in my life.