I suppose everyone continues to be interested in the quest for the self, but what you feel when you're older, I think, is that ... you really must make the self. It is absolutely useless to look for it, you won't find it, but it's possible in some sense to make it. I don't mean in the sense of making a mask, a Yeatsian mask. But you finally begin in some sense to make and choose the self you want.

The return to a favorite novel is generally tied up with changes in oneself that must be counted as improvements, but have the feel of losses. It is like going back to a favorite house, country, person; nothing is where it belongs, including one's heart.

Maybe any action becomes cowardly once you stop to reason about it.

For self-realization, a rebel demands a strong authority, a worthy opponent, God to his Lucifer.

Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished, or if it does, as in the case of the tilled field, this product of human activity requires still more labor, incessant, tireless labor, to maintain its identity as a 'work' of man.

Morality did not keep well; it required stable conditions; it was costly; it was subject to variations, and the market for it was uncertain.

If you want to be your own master ... always be surprised by evil; never anticipate it.