Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others,

I Went Into Harvard One Way And Came Out A Different Person... It's The Air At Harvard; It's Like A Renaissance Court.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

Part Of Being A Big Winner Is The Ability To Be A Big Loser. There Is No Paradox Involved. It Is A Distinctly Harvard Thing To Be Able To Turn Any Defeat Into Victory

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.