Where are my sensations? They have melted into.. Me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?
Emil Cioran
A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime..
man self
Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.
self
An impostor, a humbug, conscious of being so and therefore a self-spectator, is necessarily more advanced in knowledge than a steady mind full of merits and all of a piece.
merit mind self
In this dream, I was flattering someone I despise. Waking, a greater self-loathing than if I had really committed such vileness..
dreams self
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