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

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.

A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

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

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

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

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.