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.

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

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

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.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.