He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.

It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.

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

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

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

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

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