Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.

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

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.

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.

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

But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.