Fighting the bad ones in the world was a necessary and gratifying experience. Being happy among the good ones was, of course, even more gratifying. But one could not be happy among the good ones unless one fought the bad ones.

They knew what they were doing, just as you and I know what we’re doing when we do the things we do, and that’s all that matters.

Walking is good for thinking. And different kinds of walking are good for different kinds of thinking.

Life was suddenly too sad. And yet it was beautiful. The beauty was dimmed when the sadness welled up. And the beauty would be there again when the sadness went. So the beauty and the sadness belonged together somehow, though they were not the same at all.

“I’m just moving along, on my way to wherever I get, to find whatever I find.”

Challenges were his delight. Whatever life offered was, this way or that, a test of one’s skills, one’s faculties; and he enjoyed proving equal to these tests.