Uniqueness (n.) is known to every man in his heart: he will be in the world only once, a variegated assortment no chance will ever gather again; he hides it like a bad conscience, from fear of his neighbour.
Uniqueness (n.) is the productive core of each being; aware of it, a man is ringed by a strange penumbra — and a chain of toil hangs from it, so life withholds cheerfulness, ease and honour, and solitude is his fellow men's gift.
Uniqueness (n.) can petrify into an indivisible, uncommunicating atom, an icy rock: one can be ruined by uniqueness as well as by fear of it — to live at all means to live in danger.
Uniqueness (n.) is felt by the European imagining world culture is played out in Europe — like the caliph of Morocco given globes where his kingdoms cover four-fifths of the earth.
Uniqueness (n.) is a debt no one else can pay: no one can build you the bridge on which you alone must cross the stream of life; there are bridges and demigods to carry you, but only at the price of yourself.