It Is No Wonder He Wins Every

I Don't Care Anything About Reasons, But I Know What I Like.

Be Generous, Be Delicate, And Always Pursue The Prize.

...the Peculiar Air Of Oxford-the Air Of Liberty To Care For The Things Of The Mind Assured And Secured By Machinery Which Is In Itself A Satisfaction To Sense.

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.

The Image Of The Presence, Whatever It Was, Waiting There For Him To Go -this Image Had Not Yet Been So Concrete For His Nerves As When He Stopped Short Of The Point At Which Certainty Would Have Come To Him. For, With All His Resolution, Or More Exactly With All His Dread, He Did Stop Short - He Hung Back From Really Seeing. The Risk Was Too Great And His Fear Too Definite: It Took At This Moment An Awful Specific Form.