Man (n.) is not a psyche bolted onto an organism but a to-and-fro of existence, now settling into the body, now rising into personal acts.
Man (n.) is a historical idea and not a natural species: nothing in him is fortuitous, yet nothing is guaranteed by an essence at birth.
Man (n.) is at once manufactured and natural, defined by a genius for ambiguity that makes biological behaviour leak away from its preset course.
Man (n.) as Herder said is a permanent sensorium commune, struck now from one quarter, now from another — the senses translate one another with no interpreter.
Man (n.) is but a network of relationships, and these alone matter to him: your son is caught in the fire, and your act is you.
Man (n.) is in the world, and only in the world does he know himself. Truth does not inhabit only the inner man, or more accurately, there is no inner man.