I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

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

The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.

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

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.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.