Boredom is certainly not an evil to be taken lightly: it will ultimately etch lines of true despair onto a face. It makes beings with as little love for each other as humans nonetheless seek each other with such intensity, and in this way becomes the source of sociability.
He who writes carelessly confesses thereby at the very outset that he does not attach much importance to his own thoughts.
If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most ill-adapted to its purpose in the world.
The negativity of well-being and happiness, in antithesis to the positivity of pain.
Money is human happiness in the abstract; he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes himself utterly to money.
Our greatest pleasure consists in being admired; but those who admire us, even if they have every reason to do so, are slow to express their sentiments. Hence he is the happiest man who, no matter how, manages sincerely to admire himself—so long as other people leave him alone.