When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].
Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.
The adventure is which I have shared so passionately is not over--this adventure with its doubt, failure, the dreariness of no progress, then a glimpse of light, a hope, a hypothesis confirmed; and then after weeks and months of anxious perseverance,...
What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
