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

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

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

I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

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

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.

Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.