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

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

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

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

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

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.