It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.

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.

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

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

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

It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.