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.

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

But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.

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.

I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.

It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.

School is a foretaste of life.