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.

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

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

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

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

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

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