It was just a moment, and I saw myself. Then I no longer could say what I was.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

As we wash our body so we should wash destiny, change life as we change clothes.

Changing from the ghosts of faith to the spectres of reason is just changing cells.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held …

If you change who you are, then you change your whole being.

The difference between the past and present selves of the same individual is so great as to make them different persons for all moral purposes. That single fac…