Being gifted needs courage.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.
I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.
I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.
I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.
But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.
Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.
Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.
I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one's feeling of honour.
A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.
But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.
Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.
I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.