So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

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

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.

The next major advance in the health of the American people will be determined by what the individual is willing to do for himself.

I knew that part of friendship consisted in accepting a friend’s shortcomings, which sometimes included his parents.

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.

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.