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

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

I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.

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

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

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

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.