I was not a very tender-hearted infant.

If I have been a true witness of my own growth, I was slower to love than I was to think.

I do not know when the change was wrought, but to-day, if you ask my friends, they will tell you that I know how to love them better than to solve their problems.
And if you will call one more witness, and ask me, I shall say that if you set me down before a noble landscape, I feel it long before I begin to see it.
Idle child though I was, the day was not long enough sometimes for my idleness.

More than once in the pleasant summer I stole out of bed when even the cow was still drowsing, and went barefoot through the dripping grass and stood at the gate, awaiting the morning.

I found a sense of adventure in being conscious when all other people were asleep.