Satire exists for the purpose of killing the social being [for the sake of] the true individual, the real human being.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

The final aim is not to know, but to be.... You've got to know yourself so that you can at last be yourself. "Be yourself" is the last motto.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.