A man needs a purpose for real health.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

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

Everyone knows of the talking artists. Throughout all of the known history of the world they have gathered in rooms and talked. They talk of art and are passionately,almost feverishly, in earnest about it. They think it matters much more than it does.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

A man needs a purpose for real health.