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Heroes Are Very Human, Most Of Them; Very Easily Touched By Praise.

Somehow, Our Sense Of Justice Never Turns In Its Sleep Till Long After The Sense Of Injustice In Others Has Been Thoroughly Aroused.

Not That I Had Any Special Reason For Hating School. Strange As It May Seem To My Readers, I Was Not Unpopular There. I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

Good Sense About Trivialities Is Better Than Nonsense About Things That Matter.

Has The Gift Of Laughter Been Withdrawn From Me? I Protest That I Do Still, At The Age Of Forty-seven, Laugh Often And Loud And Long. But Not, I Believe, So Long And Loud And Often As In My Less Smiling Youth. And I Am Proud, Nowadays, Of Laughing, And Grateful To Any One Who Makes Me Laugh. That Is A Bad Sign. I No Longer Take Laughter As A Matter Of Course.