As time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance, and as he looked about at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived it seemed to him that he could not bear to become also such a clod.

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

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.

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

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

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.