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

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

Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.

I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.

I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.

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

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.