The True Self Is Not Aware That

The Tragedy Is When You've Got Sex In The Head Instead Of Down Where It Belongs.

It's Bad Taste To Be Wise All The Time, Like Being At A Perpetual Funeral.

Don't You Find It A Beautiful Clean Thought, A World Empty Of People, Just Uninterrupted Grass, And A Hare Sitting Up?

Only At His Maximum Does An Individual Surpass All His Derivative Elements, And Become Purely Himself. And Most People Never Get There. In His Own Pure Individuality A Man Surpasses His Father And Mother, And Is Utterly Unknown To Them.

Every Man Has A Mob Self And An Individual Self, In Varying Proportions.