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

The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.

I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.

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

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

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.