College Is A Secluded Life Of Scholastic

Few Of Humanity's Characteristics Are More Disconcerting Than Its Ability To Reduce World-events To Its Own Level, Wherever This May Happen To Be.

The Idea That It Is Necessary To Go To A University In Order To Become A Successful Writer . . . Is One Of Those Fantasies That Surround Authorship.

We Should Never Be At The Mercy Of Providence If Only We Understood That We Ourselves Are Providence.

I Know Of No Place Where The Wind Can Be As Icy And The Damp So Penetrating As In Oxford Round About Easter Time.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?