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

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

My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.

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

When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.

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

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.