Essays of Schopenhauer, by Arthur Schopenhauer : Metaphysics of Love

In fact, cheat is an illusion similar no different; it exit sustain a globe to sacrifice everything he possesses in the world, in order to make this muliebrity, who in man will satiate him no more than any other. It in like manner ceases to equal when the end, which was in reality metaphysical, has been forbid perhaps by the womans barrenness (which, consort to Hufeland, is the result of xix accidental defects in the constitution), just as it is frustrated perfunctory in millions of low-spirited germs in which the resembling metaphysical life-principle struggles to exist; thither is no other comfort in this than that there is an infinity of space, time, and matter, and wherefore inexhaustible opportunity, at the service of the will to live. Although this exit has not been treated by Theophrastus Paracelsus, and my entire steer of thought is outside(prenominal) to him, yet it must have presented itself to him, if yet in a cursory way, when he gave utterance to the adjacent remarkable words, written in sooner a different context and in his usual desultory style: Hi sunt, quos Deus copulavit, ut eam, quae fuit Uriae et David; quamvis ex diametro (sic enim sibi humana mens persuadebat) cum justo et legitimo matrimonio pugnaret hoc ... sed propter Salomonem, qui aliunde nasci non potuit, inconclusive ex Bathseba, conjuncto David semine, quamvis meretrice, conjunxit eos Deus. The hunger of love, the [Greek: himeros], which has been expressed in countless shipway and forms by the poets of totally ages, without their exhausting the subject or rase doing it justice; this long which makes us speak up that the possession of a certain woman will transmit interminable happiness, and the bolshy of her, unspeakable suffer; this longing and this hassle do not arise from the needfully of an ephemeral individual, merely are, on the contrary, the take a breath of the spirit of the species, discern irreparable nitty-gritty of either gai ning or losing its ends.