Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

So The More Things Remained The Same, The More They Changed After All. Nothing Endures. Not Love, Not A Tree, Not Even A Death By Violence.

I Never Killed Anybody And I Never Developed An Intense Level Of Hatred For The Enemy. Because My War Ended Before I Ever Put On A Uniform; I Was On Active Duty All My Time At School; I Killed My Enemy There.

Exeter Was, I Suspect, More Crucial In My Life Than In The Lives Of Most Members Of My Class, And Conceivably, Than In The Lives Of Almost Anyone Else Who Ever Attended The School.

I Did No Know Everything There Was To Know About Myself, And Knew That I Did Not Know It.

Peace Is Indivisible, And The Surrounding World Confusion Found No Reflection Inside Me.