The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With

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.

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

It Is Useless To Send Armies Against Ideas.

School Is A Foretaste Of Life.

I Did Not Know What It Was To Be Happy For A Whole Day At A Time, Scarcely For An Hour.