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.

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.

It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.

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

I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

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