[M]an is fulfilling the purpose of existence who no longer needs to have any purpose except to live. That is to say, who is content.

There is a truth in Schopenhauer’s view that philosophy is an organism, and that a book on philosophy, with a beginning and end, is a sort of contradiction. ... In philosophy matters are not simple enough for us to say ‘Let’s get a rough idea’, for we do not know the country except by knowing the connections between the roads.

If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow side, it would give us the same impression as a north wind coming from the southwest.

Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.

For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.

Genius is what makes us forget the master's talent.

It is an hypothesis that the sun will rise tomorrow: and this means that we do not know whether it will rise.