School is a foretaste of life.
I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.
I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.
Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.