It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

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

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 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.

From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy.

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.

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