The Social Self Is Simply Any Idea,

An Artist Cannot Fail; It Is A Success To Be One.

When We Hate A Person, With An Intimate, Imaginative, Human Hatred, We Enter Into His Mind, Or Sympathize -- Any Strong Interest Will Arouse The Imagination And Create Some Sort Of Sympathy.

Our Individual Lives Cannot, Generally, Be Works Of Art Unless The Social Order Is Also.

One Who Shows Signs Of Mental Aberration Is, Inevitably, Perhaps, But Cruelly, Shut Off From Familiar, Thoughtless Intercourse, Partly Excommunicated; His Isolation Is Unwittingly Proclaimed To Him On Every Countenance By Curiosity, Indifference, Aversion, Or Pity, And In So Far As He Is Human Enough To Need Free And Equal Communication And Feel The Lack Of It, He Suffers Pain And Loss Of A Kind And Degree Which Others Can Only Faintly Imagine, And For The Most Part Ignore.

There Is Perhaps No Sort Of Self More Subject To Dangerous Egotism Than That Which Deludes Itself With The Notion That It Is Not A Self At All, But Something Else. It Is Well To Beware Of Persons Who Believe That The Cause, The Mission, The Philanthropy, The Hero, Or Whatever It May Be That They Strive For, Is Outside Of Themselves, So That They Feel A Certain Irresponsibility, And Are Likely To Do Things Which They Would Recognize As Wrong If Done In Behalf Of An Acknowledged Self.