Scholarship was one thing, drudgery another. I very soon concluded that nothing would induce me to read, let alone make notes on, hundreds and hundreds of very, very, very boring books.

Nobody minded what you did in bed or what you said about God, a very civilized attitude in 1948.

And so, at the age of thirty, I had successively disgraced myself with three fine institutions, each of which had made me free of its full and rich resources, had trained me with skill and patience, and had shown me nothing but forbearance and charity when I failed in trust.

... life is short and the world is wide

Christ asked for everything he got.

Art for art's sake, money for God's sake.

I loved the Army as an institution and loathed every single thing it required me to do.