Aesthetic life is not something sophisticated – that’s a humanistic lie. Aesthetic life is as integral to being human as building sandcastles on the beach and giving your children names.
A man’s ego is the fountainhead of human progress.
Man’s unique reward, however, is that while animals survive by adjusting themselves to their background, man survives by adjusting his background to himself.
The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself.
We, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.