Anxiety (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the dizziness of freedom: you grow dizzy looking into the abyss, and the cause is as much in your eye as in the abyss.

Anxiety (n.) about ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠sin, at its maximum, produces sin.

Anxiety (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠spirit quietly leaving the room in love: "My dear, I cannot be a third party here, so I will hide for a while."

Anxiety (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠absolutely educative through faith: it consumes all finite ends and discovers all their deceptiveness — no Grand Inquisitor has such torments ready, no judge interrogates so well, and it never lets the accused escape by day or night.

Sin (n.) came ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠into the world by a sin: it presupposes itself — the scandal of the understanding and the triumph of the explanation.

Sin (n.) has ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠its own definite place — or rather it has none, and that placelessness is what marks it.

Sin (n.) entered ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the world in a way each person understands only by himself; try to learn it from another and you misunderstand it.

Sin (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠falsified the moment it is called a sickness, an abnormality, a poison, a disharmony — you can hear the error in the mood.

The Demonic (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not the bondage of sin: bondage is an unfree relation to evil, the demonic an unfree relation to the good — dread of the good.

The Demonic (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a nothing — like the elf maid, who seen from behind is hollow.

The Demonic (n.) shows ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠itself only when the good comes near — which is why the demons in the Gospels first appear when Christ approaches, whether they scream as Legion or stay dumb.

The Demonic (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the sudden: its only continuity is the dizziness of a spinning top revolving on its own pivot — there one moment, gone the next, back again whole.

Guilt (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be brought on by the anxiety not of becoming guilty but of being regarded as guilty.

Guilt (n.) learned ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠from the police court is never understood, for if a man is guilty he is infinitely guilty; without a verdict he becomes a model of virtue, a little better than most but not quite as good as the parson — fit to retire to a collection of models.

Guilt (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠seem to come merely from anxiety about oneself — something that could never have happened to Adam.

Guilt (n.) fixes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the spirit's eye the way a serpent's gaze does: anxiety stares at it almost with longing, and fears it.

Freedom (n.) has ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠as its opposite not necessity but guilt; set it against necessity and you have confused it with force.

Freedom (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠never possible: the moment it is possible, it is already actual.

Freedom (n.) faints ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠in dizziness, and when it rises again it sees that it is guilty; between the two moments lies the leap no science can explain.

Freedom (n.) is, ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠for the religious genius, not freedom to become king, emperor or a street-corner ranter, but freedom to know of himself that he is freedom.

Genius (n.) turned ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠wholly outward never becomes great to himself — like a Faroese who astounds Europe in every language but never writes a line in Faroese, and at last forgets how to speak it.

Genius (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠never greater than when he falls by his own hand — 'what a giant it would take to overthrow him,' and none could but himself.

Genius (n.) that ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠is religious is greatest not when its piety is on festive display, but when, alone, it sinks before itself into the depth of sin-consciousness.

Genius (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠an omnipotent in-itself that could rock the world — and so, for the sake of order, fate appears beside him; he can do all things yet hangs on an insignificance no one comprehends.

Earnestness (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠born with no one, though one may be born with disposition; the surest measure of a person is the secret of what made him earnest in life.

Earnestness (n.) has ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠one object every human being has — himself; whoever is earnest about something great and noisy instead is, for all his earnestness, a joker, and irony, jealous of earnestness, will find him out.

Earnestness (n.) at ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the wrong place — about the national debt, the categories, a night at the theater — is eo ipso comical, and irony has enough to keep it busy.

Earnestness (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the acquired originality of disposition — its originality kept in the responsibility of freedom — which is why it can never become habit.

Faith (n.) that ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠is merely what the village has always believed becomes a finite pettiness: one could turn heretic by wearing wide pants where everyone wears tight ones.

Faith (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the courage to renounce anxiety without anxiety; it does not annihilate anxiety, but, itself eternally young, extricates itself from anxiety's moment of death.

Faith (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the inner certainty that anticipates infinity.

Faith (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not 'the immediate' to be got past; call it that and you rob it of its historical presupposition.

Innocence (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not a perfection to wish back: the moment you wish for it, it is lost, and wasting time on the wish is a new guilt.

Innocence (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠lost only by guilt; if it was not by guilt you lost it, it was not innocence you lost.

Innocence (n.) brought ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠to its last extremity is not guilty and yet is in dread, as though it were already lost.

Innocence (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠ignorance — not the pure being of immediacy, but ignorance; that it seems designed to become knowledge is irrelevant to it.

Repentance (n.) cannot ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠cancel sin, only grieve over it; it follows sin step by step, always a moment too late — like mad King Lear, it has lost the reins of government and kept only the power to grieve.

Repentance (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠something there is no time for — a genuine ethical outburst, full of energy and courage.

Repentance (n.) denounces ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠original sin with the exaltation of a young girl in love, eager only to make sinfulness — oneself included — ever more odious.

Repentance (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the highest ethical contradiction: ethics demands ideality and must settle for repentance — and repentance delays the very action ethics requires.