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One Must Conform To The Baseness Of An Age Or Become Neurotic.

We Have Gained Reality And Lost Dream. No More Lounging Under A Tree And Peering At The Sky Between One's Big And Second Toes; There's Work To Be Done. To Be Efficient, One Cannot Be Hungry And Dreamy But Must Eat Steak And Keep Moving.

Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His Thoughts. They Are Most Beautiful For Us In The Moment Of Their Birth; Later We Can Often Sense A Deep Pain That They Leave Us Indifferent Where Earlier They Enchanted Us.

The Thought Is Not Something That Observes An Inner Event, But, Rather It Is This Inner Event Itself. We Do Not Reflect On Something, But, Rather, Something Thinks Itself In Us.

Life Is To Blame For Everything.