There are no men like me. There's only me
I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.
I am just like everybody else...because there is nobody like me in the whole world.
You are one of one. None before and none to come. That what makes you different, makes you beautiful.
One circumstance tormented me then: Namely, that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am only one, and they are all.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by "living"? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives.
When a man is one of a kind, he will be lonely wherever he is.
What is an individual? Just a bit of life shot off from the one Life in the universe-just a bit of love and truth dropped on this globe, just as the globe itself was once a bit of light and heat dropped from the sun.
No two men are just alike. Every new life is a new thing under the sun; there has never been anything like it before, and never will be again.
I cannot know anything of which there is and can be only one.
In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.
The main thing, of course, always, is the fact that there is only one of you in the world, just one, and if that is not fulfilled then something has been lost. Ambition is not enough; necessity is everything.
There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
Аll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man. What I stand for speaks for itself...they don't understand.
If the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.
A whole world is taken to the grave with the dead person; each one of us is unique and unrepeatable.
In all the huge and amazing and infinitely varied world--there is only one you.
There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
