It Gradually Dawned Upon Me That There

Among The Delights Of Summer Were Picnics To The Woods.

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.

He Who Does Not Understand A Joke, He Does Not Understand Danish.

The Historian Is Looked Upon As Objective When He Measures The Past By The Popular Opinions Of His Own Time, As Subjective When He Does Not Take These Opinions For Models. That Man Is Thought Best Fitted To Depict A Period Of The Past, Who Is Not In The Least Affected By That Period. But Only He Who Has A Share In Building Up The Future Can Grasp What The Past Has Been, And Only When Transformed Into A Work Of Art Can History Arouse Or Even Sustain Instincts.

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.