Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

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.