I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.

I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.

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

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

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