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

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

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.

He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

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

But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.