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 appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.
Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.
I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.
Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.