Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.

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.

So The More Things Remain The Same, The More They Change After All.

The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was As Happy A Time As I Ever Had In My Life.

You Have To Do What You Think Is The Right Thing, But Just Make Sure It’s The Right Thing In The Long Run, And Not Just For The Moment.