A small child, even he wants to be first among his playmates.

And one man will never yield to another; only fools believe in it.

Each man has his own soul, and his own face; only those who love not their souls and care not for their faces can be planed down to the same size.

Eh, you! You've read much trash, and you've devoured it!" Bitter reproach and biting contempt were expressed on the old man's face.

He noisily pushed his chair away from the table, jumped up, and folding his hands behind his back, began to dart about in the room with short steps, shaking his head and saying something to himself in an angry, hissing whisper.