The World Itself Is The Will To

The Best Belongs To Me And Mine; And If We Are Not Given It, We Take It: The Best Food, The Purest Sky, The Most Robust Thoughts, The Fairest Women!

How Did Reason Come Into The World? As Is Fitting, In An Irrational Manner, By Accident. One Will Have To Guess At It As At A Riddle.

What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?

What Is The Strongest Cure?--victory.

He Who Knows Not How To Plant His Will In Things At Least Endows Them With Some Meaning: That Is To Say, He Believes That A Will Is Already Present In Them (a Principle Of Faith.)