When I Was A Little Boy I

The Stream Of Time Sweeps Away Errors, And Leaves The Truth For The Inheritance Of Humanity.

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.

I Was Not Afraid Of What I Did Not Like. To Overcome Dislike Of A Thing Often Satisfied One's Feeling Of Honour.

The Great Man Is Not The Child Of His Age But Its Step-child.

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