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

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

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

The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.