He Who Does Not Understand A Joke,

Dostoevsky Preaches The Morality Of The Pariah, The Morality Of The Slave.

It Is Useless To Send Armies Against Ideas.

It Gradually Dawned Upon Me That There Was No One More Difficult To Please Than My Mother.

Among The Delights Of Summer Were Picnics To The Woods.

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.