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

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

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

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

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

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.