I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.
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.