Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.

It Is A Sad Day When One Looks Back And Sees That His Largest Regrets Have Become Some Of The Most Integral Elements Of His Dreams.

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.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him.

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