He Who Does Not Understand A Joke,

I Became An Ardent, But Never A Specially Good, Dancer.

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.

Among The Delights Of Summer Were Picnics To The Woods.

I Was Not Given To Looking At Life In A Rosy Light.

I Encountered Among My Comrades The Most Varied Human Traits, From Frankness To Reserve, From Goodness, Uprightness And Kindness, To Brutality And Baseness.