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

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?.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

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.