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“The hardest thing in the world is to let go of who you once thought you were and to manifest your true self, at the risk of being unloved. This is self-actualization.”

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“The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal," had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but certainly not as applied to himself. That Caius—man in the abstract—was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite, quite separate from all others. He had been little Vanya, with a mamma and a papa, with Mitya and Volodya, with the toys, a coachman and a nurse, afterwards with Katenka and will all the joys, griefs, and delights of childhood, boyhood, and youth. What did Caius know of the smell of that striped leather ball Vanya had been so fond of? Had Caius kissed his mother's hand like that, and did the silk of her dress rustle so for Caius? Had he rioted like that at school when the pastry was bad? Had Caius been in love like that? Could Caius preside at a session as he did? "Caius really was mortal, and it was right for him to die; but for me, little Vanya, Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions, it's altogether a different matter. It cannot be that I ought to die. That would be too terrible.”

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“Duyguları ve hayatı muhafaza eden, ruhun potansiyellerini idareli kullanan, afyon dozunu Goethe gibi ayarlayabilene ne mutlu! Bu kişilerde hâkim olan hayal gücüdür yalnız, duygu değil. Byron, Schiller, Camões, Tasso genç öldü; kalpleri öldürdü onları. Homeros ile Goethe, Sofokles ile Voltaire yaşlılıktan öldü; hayal gücü besliyordu onları, yaşamları harcanmadı, zira hayal gücü duyguları harcamaz. Hayal etmek düş görmektir: Hayat bu sırada uyuyup dinlenir; hissetmek aktifçe yaşamaktır: Yorar, tüketir.”

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