No one can ever love us quite so much as we love ourselves.

How hungrily we read about ourselves!

They say that to know oneself is to know all there is that is human. But of course no one can ever know himself. Nothing human is fully calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

Heroes must see to their own fame. No one else will.

If most men and women were forced to rely upon physical charm to attract lovers, their sexual lives would be not only meager but in a youth-worshiping country like America, painfully brief.

Not only do self-love and love of others go hand in hand but ultimately they are indistinguishable.