The Scornful Force Of His Tone Turned

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.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him. It Is The Moment When His Emotions Achieve Their Most Powerful Sway Over Him, And Afterward When You Say To This Person "the World Today" Or "life" Or "reality" He Will Assume That You Mean This Moment, Even If It Is Fifty Years Past. The World, Through His Unleashed Emotions, Imprinted Itself Upon Him, And He Carries The Stamp Of That Passing Moment Forever.

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.

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.

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.