It is useless to send armies against ideas.

My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing how slow old people were. Some of them could not run up a hill and called it trying to climb stairs.

But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.