He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.
I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.
Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.
The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.
I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.
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.