It is not restful, it is not possible to talk wholeheartedly to more than one person at a time. You can't really talk with a person unless you surrender to them, for the moment (all other talk is futile). You can't surrender to more than one person a moment.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.