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

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

As time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance, and as he looked about at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived it seemed to him that he could not bear to become also such a clod.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.

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

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.