A man needs a purpose for real health.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.

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