I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.

- Georg Brandes

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.

- Georg Brandes

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.

- Georg Brandes

He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.

- Georg Brandes

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

- Georg Brandes

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

- Georg Brandes

I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

- Georg Brandes

I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.

- Georg Brandes

I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.

- Georg Brandes

When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.

- Georg Brandes

It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.

- Georg Brandes

On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.

- Georg Brandes

School is a foretaste of life.

- Georg Brandes

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

- Georg Brandes

The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.

- Georg Brandes

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

- Georg Brandes

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.

- Georg Brandes

It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.

- Georg Brandes

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

- Georg Brandes

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.

- Georg Brandes