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

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

Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.

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

Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.

On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.

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.