Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

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

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.

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.