Arthur Schopenhauer |
The best gifts of all find the fewest admirers, and that most men mistake the bad for the good, - a daily evil that nothing can prevent, like a plague which no remedy can cure. There is but one thing to be done, though how difficult! - the foolish must become wise, - and that they can never be. The value of life they never know; they see with the outer eye but never with the mind, and praise the trivial because the good is strange to them.
We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.
Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first, it is ridiculed, in the second it is opposed, in the third it is regarded as self-evident.
If life in itself were a valuable possession and decidedly preferable to non-existence, the gate need not be occupied by such terrible guards as death and its terrors. But who would persevere in life as it is, if death were less frightful? And who could even so much as endure the thought of death, if life were a joy?
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.