It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

I did no know everything there was to know about myself, and knew that I did not know it.

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.

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.

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

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.

The best teaching I ever experienced was at Exeter. Yale was a distinct letdown afterward.