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.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

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

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.

A man needs a purpose for real health.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.