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.

Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.

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

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.

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

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