“The Russian people, sober, are said to be a gentle people.” — Lincoln Steffens

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

My father was slower, but he was severer than my mother, who was quick but light and irregular in discipline.

My father required me to honor my father and my mother too much to put up games on them. I did on occasion.

If my father could watch my son for a while, he might realize his own immortality.