Only when I am by seawater can I truly breathe, to say nothing of my ability to think.

After all, there is nothing but failure.

We only really face up to ourselves when we are afraid.

We publish only to satisfy out craving for fame; there's no other motive except the even baser one of making money.

People keep a dog and are ruled by this dog, and even Schopenhauer was ruled in the end not by his head, but by his dog. This fact is more depressing than any other.

On the other hand, whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do ,and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we've been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.

All of living is nothing but a fervid attempt to move closer together.