Mankind Has Got To Get Back To

How Can Any Man Be Free Without A Soul Of His Own, That He Believes In And Won't Sell At Any Price?

I Can't Do With Mountains At Close Quarters - They Are Always In The Way, And They Are So Stupid, Never Moving And Never Doing Anything But Obtrude Themselves.

If I Were The Moon, I Know Where I Would Fall Down.

Logic Might Be Unanswerable Because It Was So Absolutely Wrong.

Nobody Can Have The Soul Of Me. My Mother Has Had, And Nobody Can Have It Again. Nobody Can Come Into My Very Self Again, And Breathe Me Like An Atmosphere.