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

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

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 never killed anybody and I never developed an intense level of hatred for the enemy. Because my war ended before I ever put on a uniform; I was on active duty all my time at school; I killed my enemy there.

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

Your war memories will be with you forever, you'll be asked about them thousands of times after the war is over. People will get their respect for you from that-partly from that, don't get me wrong-but if you can say that you were up front where there was some real shooting going on, then that will mean a whole lot to you in years to come.

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