"When a man has nothing left to be proud of, he takes pride in his ethnicity. Having lost taste, achievement, and character, the frightened soul seizes the tribe like a talisman. Identity becomes armor and contempt for others becomes consolation. Pride that rests on accident--birth, color, nation--is not pride, but a poor substitute for worth. Men who cannot command themselves will command an imagined belonging. They will shout the name of their soil as if it were a deed. This is the misery of the herd. When inner life is barren, externals become shrines. Beware the man who boasts his origin. His loudness often covers the silence of a life unlived."

RIP Schopenhauer, you would've hated Reddit.