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.

I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.

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

I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one's feeling of honour.

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.

A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.