Having long suspected that there was something alive in there, running the place, separate from everything else, absolutely individual and independent, we've celebrated by giving it a real name. My self.

I do not consider my self as having mastered the flute, but I get a real kick out of trying.

That was with me for years--feeling I wasn't myself. And I do think I wasn't my real self then. Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it--slice yourself open and all you'll find is blood and muscle and bone.

Man will never be stronger nor independent if he lives under perpetual motivation of others.

Man will never be stronger nor independent if
he lives under perpetual motivation of others.

To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.