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

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

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

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.

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.

School is a foretaste of life.