A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial.

Each day is a little life.

Apart from man, no being wonders at its own experience.

If at times I have thought myself unfortunate, it is because of a confusion, an error. I have mistaken myself for someone else... Who am I really? I am the author of The World as Will and Representation, I am the one who has given an answer to the mystery of Being that will occupy the thinkers of future centuries. That is what I am, and who can dispute it in the years of life that still remain for me?

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

Life is full of troubles and vexations, that one must either rise above it by means of corrected thoughts, or leave it.

Means at our disposal should be regarded as a bulwark against the many evils and misfortunes that can occur. We should not regard such wealth as a permission or even an obligation to procure for ourselves the pleasures of the world.