What a man is contributes much more to his happiness than what he has or how he is regarded by others. - Arthur Schopenhauer

The actual life of a thought lasts only until it reaches the point of speech...As soon as our thinking has found words it ceases to be sincere...When it begins to exist in others it ceases to live in us, just as the child severs itself from its mother when it enters into its own existence.

If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

A man finds himself, to his great astonishment, suddenly existing, after thousands and thousands of years of non-existence: he lives for a little while; and then, again, comes an equally long period when he must exist no more. The heart rebels against this, and feels that it cannot be true.