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

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

Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.

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

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

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

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.