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

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.

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

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.