He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.

From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy.

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.