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

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

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

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

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

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

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.