Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.
I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.
My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing how slow old people were. Some of them could not run up a hill and called it trying to climb stairs.
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.
I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.
The loathing of mankind is a force that surprises and overwhelms one, fed by hundreds of springs concealed his subconsciousness. One only detects its presence after having long entertained it unawares.
I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one’s feeling of honour.