A man needs a purpose for real health.

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?

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

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

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