Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

It may be true of all relationships, not only between fathers and sons, but between men and women. Nothing seems fixed. Everything is always changing. We seem to have very little control over our emotional life.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect