Philosophy ... is a science, and as such has no articles of faith; accordingly, in it nothing can be assumed as existing except what is either positively given empirically, or demonstrated through ind...
A man can do as he will, but not will as he will.
And to this world, to this scene of tormented and agonised beings, who only continue to exist by devouring each other, in which, therefore, every ravenous beast is the living grave of thousands of oth...
Patriotism, when it wants to make itself felt in the domain of learning, is a dirty fellow who should be thrown out of doors.
Friends and acquaintances are the surest passport to fortune.
Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.
Hatred is an affair of the heart contempt that of the head.
Pride is the direct appreciation of oneself.
Rascals are always sociable, and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others company.
Newspapers are the second hand of history. This hand, however, is usually not only of inferior metal to the other hands, it also seldom works properly.
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.
The greatest of follies is to sacrifice health for any other kind of happiness.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party when the masks are dropped.
What give all that is tragic, whatever its form, the characteristic of the sublime, is the first inkling of the knowledge that the world and life can give no satisfaction, and are not worth our invest...
All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a...
Life is a constant process of dying.
Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
To live alone is the fate of all great souls.
Time is that in which all things pass away.