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

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

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

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

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

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

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