Life is known to be a process of combustion; intellect is the light produced by this process.

Arthur Schopenhauer

Arthur Schopenhauer

Profession: Philosopher
Nationality: German

Life is known to be a process of combustion; intellect is the light produced by this process. Arthur Schopenhauer

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To live alone is the fate of all great souls.

This need for excitement of the will manifests itself very specially in the discovery and support of card-playing, which is quite peculiarly the expression of the miserable side of humanity.

Opinion is like a pendulum and obeys the same law. If it goes past the centre of gravity on one side, it must go a like distance on the other; and it is only after a certain time that it finds the true point at which it can remain at rest.

One can even say that we require at all times a certain quantity of care or sorrow or want, as a ship requires ballast, in order to keep on a straight course.

He who writes carelessly confesses thereby at the very outset that he does not attach much importance to his own thoughts.

That you should write down valuable ideas that occur to you as soon as possible goes without saying: we sometimes forget even what we have done, so how much more what we have thought.

There is not much to be got anywhere in the world. It is filled with misery and pain; if a man escapes these, boredeom lies in wait for him at every corner. Nay more; it is evil which generally has the upper hand, and folly that makes the most noise. Fate is cruel and mankind pitiable.

We seldom think of what we have but always of what we lack.

Talent is like the marksman who hits a target which others cannot reach; genius is like the marksman who hits a target… which others cannot even see.

It can truly be said: Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.

Not the least of the torments which plague our existence is the constant pressure of time, which never lets us so much as draw breath but pursues us all like a taskmaster with a whip. It ceases to persecute only him it has delivered over to boredom.

In short, a large part of the powers of the human race is taken away from the production of what is necessary, in order to bring what is superfluous and unnecessary within the reach of a few.

Obstinacy is the result of the will forcing itself into the place of the intellect.

Newspapers are the second hand of history. This hand, however, is usually not only of inferior metal to the other hands, it also seldom works properly.