Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.
My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.
Being gifted needs courage.
Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.
But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.
I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.
It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.
Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.
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.
Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.
I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
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.
Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.
I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one's feeling of honour.
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