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

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

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

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

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

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

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.