Console yourself by remembering that the world doesn't deserve your affection.

All our wanting comes from needs, thus we continiously suffer. The intellect teaches free will, free from suffering.

No one knows what capacities for doing and suffering he has in himself, until something comes to rouse them to activity: just as in a pond of still water, lying there like a mirror, there is no sign of the roar and thunder with which it can leap from the precipice, and yet remain what it is; or again, rise high in the air as a fountain. When water is as cold as ice, you can have no idea of the latent warmth contained in it.

It takes place, by and large, with the same sort of necessity as a tree brings forth fruit, and demands of the world no more than a soil on which the individual can flourish.

...a genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself.

What now on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.

Reading is a mere makeshift for original thinking.