I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.
I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.
When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.
That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.
The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.
I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.
On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.
It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.