The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

...to find where you are going, you must know where you are.

Can you honestly love a dishonest thing?

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.

The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

...Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.