The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.

Eventually every man gotta face the problem of tryin' to figger if it’s worthwhile to prove that he is himself.

A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself, and the more he tries to conceal himself the more clearly will his character appear in spite of him.

Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

Every one of my acts commits me as a man. Every one of my silences, every one of my cowardices reveals me as a man.

Man’s main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

Man must act in such a way that the whole of his individuality lies in each moment.

A man is what he wills himself to be.

[Man] progresses in all things by resolutely making a fool of himself.

The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man....For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of man — when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. This you may say and know it and know it. This you may know when the bombs plummet out of the black planes on the market place, when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the dust. You may know it in this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live — for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. And fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live — for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken. And this you can know — fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

Life consists of what man is thinking about all day.

To be something, to be himself, and always at one with himself, a man must act as he speaks, must know what course he ought to take, and must follow that course with vigour and persistence.

Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.