The Species's preservation sometimes demands that even the most harmful man may really be the most useful.
Species is just a slowing of the tempo of growth for a long time so small continuations are not noticed.
The Species's pulse-beat is the alteration between death and reproduction in the individual.
A Species is merely a phase of evolution in which the evolution is not visible because it is in a period of slowness.
A Species does not grow more perfect, rather it grows weaker. The weak, being more numerous and more clever, continually dominate the strong (who become so strong that they abandoned mind as unnecessary).
The Species is everything, one is always none, and so the individual, incapable of doing it harm or good, is fated to live in a laughable state of ultimate liberation and irresponsibility.
The Species is wise while the individual is foolish. When time is given to it, as a species it always acts right.