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.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

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

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

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