... my today's self perpetually slips out of any hold of it that I may try to take.

Absolute solitude is on this showing the ineluctable destiny of the soul. Only our bodies can meet.

A myth is, of course, not a fairy story. It is the presentation of facts belonging to one category in the idioms appropriate to another. To explode a myth is accordingly not to deny the facts but to re-allocate them.

Overt intelligent performances are not clues to the workings of minds; they are those workings. Boswell described Johnson's mind when he described how he wrote, talked, ate, fidgeted and fumed. His description was, of course, incomplete, since there were notoriously some thoughts which Johnson kept carefully to himself and there must have been many dreams, daydreams and silent babblings which only Johnson could have recorded and only a James Joyce would wish him to have recorded.

In searching for the self, one cannot simultaneously be the hunter and the hunted.

Myths often do a lot of theoretical good, while they are still new.

Man need not be degraded to a machine by being denied to be a ghost in a machine.