Four years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was one of those dorky kids who'd wanted to go to Harvard since the fifth grade.
Harvard was the most intimidating experience. I felt so out of my league there.
College was the greatest four years of my life.
In truth, I did enjoy the benefits of a Harvard connection.
I've been awed by the incredible opportunities that automatically float to the Harvard undergrads I once taught - from building homes for the poor in Nicaragua to landing prime White House internships.
I really want to go to Harvard; it's just a matter of timing.
From 1958 to 1966, I was in exile. I just wandered around teaching, waiting for an offer from Harvard.
Understood what the struggle was about. My mother. Couldn't read or write, but she had more sense than many a graduate from Harvard.
I had an excellent Ivy League education, and it gave me a long view of things.
I just went to Harvard a little while, because I graduated from Armstrong High School in Washington and then I went up there but I didn't stay that long because I went into show business.