People Don't Realize How Much They Are

One Way Or Another The No Doubt Mad Idea Entered My Mind That My Own Actions Had Historic Importance And This Fantasy (?) Made It Appear That People Who Harmed Me Were Interfering With An Important Experiment.

In Here, The Human Bosom -- Mine, Yours, Everybody's -- There Isn't Just One Soul. There's A Lot Of Souls. But There Are Two Main Ones, The Real Soul And A Pretender Soul. Now! Every Man Realizes That He Has To Love Something Or Somebody. He Feels That He Must Go Outward. 'if Thou Canst Not Love, What Art Thou?' Are You With Me?

I Love Solitude, But I Prize It Most When Plenty Of Company Is Available.

From Euclid To Newton There Were Straight Lines. The Modern Age Analyzes The Wavers.

A Man Should Be Able To Hear, And To Bear, The Worst That Could Be Said Of Him.