Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.[Hvad Under da, at Verden gaaer tilbage, at det Onde mere og mere griber om sig, da Kjedsommeligheden tiltager og Kjedsommelighed er en Rod til alt Ondt. Dette kan man forfølge lige fra Verdens Begyndelse. Guderne kjedede sig, derfor skabte de Menneskene.]
Only teenagers think boring is bad. Adults, grown men and women who’ve been around the block a few times, know that boring is a gift straight from God. Life has more than enough excitement up its sleeve, ready to hit you with as soon as you’re not looking, without you adding to the drama.
Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering – a hell of boredom.
In order to escape ennui, a man either works beyond the extent of his former necessities, or he invents play, that is to say, work that is only intended to appeas the general necessity for work.
I yield to them and proceed from the basic principle that all people are boring. Or is there anyone who would be boring enough to contradict me in this regard?[Jeg føier dem og gaaer ud fra den Grundsætning, at alle Mennesker ere kjedsommelige. Eller skulde der være Nogen, der vilde være kjedsommelig nok til at sige mig imod heri?]
Boredom rests upon the nothing that interlaces existence; its dizziness is infinite, like that which comes from looking down into a bottomless abyss.[Kjedsommelighed hviler paa det Intet, der slynger sig gjennem Tilværelsen, dens Svimmelhed er som den, der fremkommer ved at skue ned i en uendelig Afgrund, uendelig.]