It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.

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

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

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

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

My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing how slow old people were. Some of them could not run up a hill and called it trying to climb stairs.

Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.