Author of quotes: Arthur Schopenhauer. Page 22

Only one writer is of benefit to us, who understands things more clearly and much more perceptive than we do, which accelerates our thought, and not delay it.

Thoughts of prominent minds can't stand filtering through the ordinary mind.

But life is short, and truth influence far and lives long: let us speak the truth.

No, truth is not a corrupt woman who throws around the neck of those who doesn't want her; on the contrary, she is such an inaccessible beauty, even the one who sacrifices her everything, still can not be sure of her favour.

There is only one inborn error is the belief that we are born for happiness.

From the standpoint of youth, life is an endless future, from the point of view of old age - a very short past.

This nothingness all the objects of our will is clearly revealed to the intellect, which has its roots in the individual, first of all, in time. It is the form in which the insignificance of things opens up before us as their frailty: it is this time, under our hands turns into nothing all our pleasure and joy, and we are then surprised to ask ourselves where they went. The nothingness is is therefore the only objective element in time, in other words, only it is a nothingness, is what corresponds to him of time in the inner essence of things, what it is expression. That is why time is a priori necessary form of all our perceptions: it should be everything, even ourselves. And because our life is primarily like a payment that the full calculated amount of copper cents and which have yet to repay: the penny days, that redemption is death. Because in the end time is estimation, which makes the nature to all his creatures: it turns them into nothing.

If life something gives, only to take it away. The charm was given shows us a heavenly beauty, but they vanish like optical illusions when we give in to their temptation. Happiness, therefore, always lies in the future or in the past and the present like a small dark cloud which the wind drives over illuminated by the sun, the plain in front of him and for him everything is bright, only it itself continually throws himself from the shadow. Therefore, the present never satisfies us, and the future uncertain, the past irrevocable. Life with its hourly, daily, weekly, and yearly, little, great misfortunes, with its deluded hopes, her failures and disappointments, this life bears a clear imprint of the inevitable suffering that is difficult to understand how you can't see how you can believe that life exists to gratefully enjoy it, how can you believe that man exists to be happy. No, it's incessant fascination and frustration, as the whole nature of life in General, appears to have been more calculated and intended to awaken in us a belief that there is nothing in the world worthy of our aspirations, struggle and desire that all the benefits are negligible, that the world is totally bankrupt and life - a company that does not pay its expenses; and it has to turn away our will from life.