I Was Not Given To Looking At

Birth Was Something That Came Quite Unexpectedly, And Afterwards There Was One Child More In The House.

I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.

School Is A Foretaste Of Life.

I Admired In Others The Strength That I Lacked Myself.