I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

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

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

My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

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

I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.