A man needs a purpose for real health.

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.

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

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

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?.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.