Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.
Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought... life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.
How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human