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

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.

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

This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pygmies while you were looking the other way.

As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.