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

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

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.

I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.

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

He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.