The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.

The grandeur of a philosophy does not certify its truth.

In love, self-love is always at risk.

True self is the part of us that does not change when circumstances do.

The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.

Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.

I am interested in a hundred things, but only slightly.