He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman