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.

On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

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.

It may be true of all relationships, not only between fathers and sons, but between men and women. Nothing seems fixed. Everything is always changing. We seem to have very little control over our emotional life.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.