Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.

As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

Never say you are five feet nine when you are five feet eight and a half" was the first one I encountered. Another was, "Always say some prayers at night because it might turn out that there is a God.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

Looking back now across fifteen years I could see with great clarity the fear I had lived in, which must mean that in the interval I had succeeded in a very important undertaking: I must have made my escape from it.