Book: The insignificance and sorrows of life

The lesson that everyone makes out of your life, lies in the fact that the objects of our desires are always deceiving us, hesitating and dying bring more misery than joy, till at last collapses the soil in which they are based, and not die the life, again confirming that all of our aspirations and desires was a hoax, was a mistake.

... our existence is happiest when we least notice: it follows that it would be better not to exist.

Relatively happy people for the most part happy just to look at, or do they, like humans are durable, represent a rare exception, whose nature was to leave the possibility as a kind of bait.

... real suffering never destroyed future joys: they also fill your time as it is theirs...

But the optimist in me is inviting me to open your eyes and see the world as it is beautiful in its illumination of our sun, with its mountains, valleys, streams, plants, animals etc. But is the world - view? As spectacle - all of these things, of course, fine; but to be them is something quite different.

Shouted that my philosophy is melancholic and bleak: but this is simply so that I, instead of in the form of equivalent sins to portray some future hell, has shown that everywhere in the world where there is a fault, is something like hell; who would even think to deny it, he could easily someday to experience it myself. And this world, this hurly-burly of the exhausted and tortured creatures that live only by the fact that devour each other; this world where every animal represents a living grave of thousands of others and maintains its existence by a number of others a Martyr's death; this world, where, together with the knowledge increases and the ability to feel sorrow ability, which is why in the human reaches its highest degree, and even higher than he is more intelligent, this world wanted to lancashi adapt the system of optimism, and to demonstrate it as the best of all possible worlds. The blatant absurdity!

Optimism portrays our lives in the form of some gift, but the evidence is clear that if previously we showed and gave to try this gift, it is just with gratitude would refuse . the human being does not have the nature of the gift: on the contrary, it rather represents the debt that we must pay on the condition. The collection of this obligation is presented to us in the form of urgent needs, painful desires, and endless sorrow, penetrating our whole being. On payment of this debt usually takes our whole life, but it repays only one percent. Payment of capital is made at the time of death. But when we signed the promissory note itself? At the time of birth...

... when anyone dares to ask the question, why the world is better not to exist, the world cannot answer this, can not excuse yourself from yourself, can not find a reason and final reason of his existence in himself and prove that he exists for himself, i.e. for his own benefit. According to my theory, this is due, of course, the fact that the principle of being in the world has absolutely no reason, ie, represents a blind will to live and the will as thing-in-itself cannot be subject to the law of reason, which serves only the form of phenomena, and which alone justifies him every "why?". And it is quite responsible and the nature of the world, because only blind, not seeing the will could put itself in a position in which we see ourselves. Seeing will, on the contrary, soon would calculate that the company does not cover their costs, because a life of unbridled Paravani and struggle, requiring the exertion of all forces, burdened with a perpetual concern, fear and want, inevitably leading to the destruction of individual existence, life is not compensated by the existence of man, which is so hard won price, and ephemeral under our hands faded into nothing.

If life in itself were a valuable possession and if she strongly would prefer non-existence, then there would be no need to guard the exit doors of such awful gatekeepers, as death and its horrors. Who would want to stay in life, it is, if death was not so terrible? And who could put the thought of death, if life was a joy? Now, death is still the good side, that it is the end of life, and suffering of life, we console ourselves with death in death console ourselves with the suffering of life. The truth is that both death and life, with its sufferings represent one indivisible whole - a maze of fallacies, out of which as difficult as it is desirable.

Indirect but indisputable evidence that people feel unhappy, and, consequently, are actually in excess also yields inherent in all the fierce jealousy, which wakes up and can't hold their poison in all occasions as soon as you declare yourself someone's luck or merit, of whatever kind they may be. It is because people feel unhappy, they can't stand to see the person who is considered happy; who feels a sense of unexpected happiness, he would immediately bring happiness to all around them and exclaims:
For my joy, so be happy the whole world around.

No matter what, the most happy moment of a happy man is when he falls asleep, as the poor unfortunate moment is when he wakes up.

... mutual relations of people marked for the most part untrue, extreme unfairness, hardness and cruelty: in the form of exceptions exist in between the opposite relationship; that's where rests the necessity of the state and legislation, and not your imaginations. In all those points which lie outside the sphere of state law immediately evident human ruthlessness towards his neighbor, and it follows from his boundless egoism, and sometimes anger.

Everything that we neither presume to oppose us because it is his own will that needs to be overcome.

... the main source of the most serious evils, comprehending man is man himself: man is a wolf. Who firmly remember it, for the world seems like a hell that the worse the Dantean hell, there is one person supposed to be a devil for another, to which, of course, not all are equally able and capable all any Reaper.: assuming the guise of a conqueror, he puts several hundred thousand people against each other and calling to them: "suffering and death - that is your destiny: shoot each other with rifles and cannons!", and they obey.