Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

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

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

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.

Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.