The Self (n.) actually comes to be only by grounding beyond oneself.
The Self (n.) we each are remains the least obvious of all beings and the most liable to be sought in the wrong horizon.
The Self (n.) is still quietly treated as a thing persisting unchanged beneath its experiences, even when the soul-substance is rejected.
The Self (n.) of busy everyday concern appears simple and always the same, yet empty — while one simply is what one is busy with.
The Self (n.) is not a disinterested spectator standing by while its debts are balanced, as if Dasein were a household.
The Self (n.) becomes its own only in the leap — not as absolute creation but as the opposite, a thrownness that opens onto an abyss.
The Self (n.) is not a thing of any kind, instead, it is an existentiell possibility, a way of existing.
The Self (n.) has to lay its own foundation and can never get that foundation into its power; yet it must take it over anyway.
The Self (n.) is brought to itself in all its nakedness by the impoverishment of profound boredom, when name and status become irrelevant.
The Self (n.) is reserved for the human: every self is properly peculiar, but not everything properly its own has a self or an ego.
The Self (n.) is something Dasein is only in existing — so the constancy of the self and its possible failure to stand by itself are two sides of one question.
The Self (n.) is neither substance nor subject; its standing is not that of a thing that lasts but the 'self-constancy' of one who exists as care.
Self (n.) is in one way or another the ultimate question of philosophy — not a person brought in now and then to apply results to, but the starting point.
The Self (n.) is never an extant stock not yet reached; Da-sein comes to itself only when belonging to itself becomes at once handing itself over to enowning.
The Self (n.) raises a riddle: how are we to be ourselves if we are not ourselves — and how can we be ourselves without knowing who we are?
The Self (n.) is not found by vain self-reflection or the repugnant sniffing out of everything psychological, but by being given over to the task of becoming what we are.
The Self (n.) is not obtained by representing the "I" and the we and their situation — that way it is definitively lost and distorted.
The Self (n.) is, for the most part, not me: the 'who' of everyday Dasein is the they-self, and authentic selfhood is only a modification of the 'they'.
The Self (n.) is there for Dasein before all reflection: turning back on oneself is only one way of apprehending the self, not the way it is first disclosed.