Theories Have Nothing To Do With Life.

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

...i Had Grown Up In A World That Was Dominated By Immature Age. Not By Vigorous Immaturity, But By Immaturity That Was Old And Tired And Prudent, That Loved Ritual And Rubric, And Was Utterly Wanting In Curiosity About The New And The Strange. Its Era Has Passed Away, And The World It Made Has Crumbled Around Us. Its Finest Creation, A Code Of Manners, Has Been Ridiculed And Discarded.

Too Much Principle Is Often More Harmful Than Too Little.

... The Ordinary Is Simply The Universal Observed From The Surface, That The Direct Approach To Reality Is Not Without, But Within. Touch Life Anywhereand You Will Touch Universality Wherever You Touch The Earth.

Though It Sounds Absurd, It Is True To Say I Felt Younger At Sixty Than I Felt At Twenty.