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

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

I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one's feeling of honour.

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.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.

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

My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.