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

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.

But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.