If, while hurrying ostensibly to the temple of truth, we hand the reins over to our personal interests which look aside at very different guiding stars, for instance at the tastes and foibles of our contemporaries, at the established religion, but in particular at the hints and suggestions of those at the head of affairs, then how shall we ever reach the high, precipitous, bare rock whereon stands the temple of truth?
One can forget everything, everything, only not oneself, one's own being.
It is, indeed, only in old age that intellectual men attain their sublime expression, whilst portraits of them in their youth show only the first traces of it.
Night gives a black look to everything, whatever it may be.
Memory works like the collection glass in the Camera obscura: it gathers everything together and therewith produces a far more beautiful picture than was present originally.
Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.
If there is anything in the world that can really be called a man's property, it is surely that which is the result of his mental activity.
Pride works from within; it is the direct appreciation of oneself.
What now on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.
Apart from man, no being wonders at its own experience.
That arithmetic is the basest of all mental activities is proved by the fact that it is the only one that can be accomplished by a machine.
Genius is an intellect that has become unfaithful to its destiny.
[T]he appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, compagnon de miseres.
A man finds himself, to his great astonishment, suddenly existing, after thousands and thousands of years of non-existence: he lives for a little while; and then, again, comes an equally long period when he must exist no more. The heart rebels against this, and feels that it cannot be true.
Motives are causes experienced from within.
Men of learning are those who have read the contents of books. Thinkers, geniuses, and those who have enlightened the world and furthered the race of men, are those who have made direct use of the book of the world.
The composer reveals the innermost nature of the world, and expresses the profoundest wisdom in a language that his reasoning faculty does not understand, just as a magnetic somnambulist gives information about things of which she has no conception when she is awake. Therefore in the composer, more than in any other artist, the man is entirely separate and distinct from the artist.
Every state of welfare, every feeling of satisfaction, is negative in its character; that is to say, it consists in freedom from pain, which is the positive element of existence.
Reading is merely a surrogate for thinking for yourself; it means letting someone else direct your thoughts.
Genuine contempt, on the other hand, is the unsullied conviction of the worthlessness of another.
Unrest is the mark of existence.
Happiness of any given life is to be measured, not by its joys and pleasures, but by the extent to which it has been free from suffering-from positive evil.
...this our world, which is so real, with all its suns and milky ways is-nothing.
It is a clumsy experiment to make; for it involves the destruction of the very consciousness which puts the question and awaits the answer.
Life is a task to be done. It is a fine thing to say defunctus est; it means that the man has done his task.
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