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.

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

I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.

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.

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