To understand one's self is the classic form of consolation; to delude one's self is the romantic.

To understand one's self is the classic form of consolation; to delude one's self is the romantic

To condemn spontaneous and delightful occupations because they are useless for self-preservation shows an uncritical prizing of life irrespective of the content.

Consciousness is a born hermit.

Knowledge is not eating, and we cannot expect to devour and possess what we mean. Knowledge is recognition of something absent; it is a salutation, not an embrace.

"Know thyself"? If I knew myself I'd run away