The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was

Young People In My Generation Were Sort Of In Lockstep, And It Wasn't Just The '40s, Either. In The '30s And In The '50s It Was The Same. No One Ever Dropped Out Unless He Got Sick Or Got Kicked Out.

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

I Felt That I Was Not, Never Had Been And Never Would Be A Living Part Of This Overpoweringly Solid And Deeply Meaningful World Around Me.

Life Is Fighting. In Life, It's The Look Ahead That Counts. We Are All Born Equally Far From The Sun. There Is A Land Of The Living And A Land Of The Dead And The Bridge Is Love.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.