The Life Of Sense Begins By Assuming

We Are Neurotically Haunted Today By The Imminence, And By The Ignominy, Of Failure. We Know At How Frightening A Cost One Succeeds: To Fail Is Something Too Awful To Think About.

The Moving Van Is A Symbol Of More Than Our Restlessness, It Is The Most Conclusive Evidence Possible Of Our Progress.

Educated People Do Indeed Speak The Same Languages; Cultivated Ones Need Not Speak At All.

On Any Morning These Days Whole Segments Of The Population Wake Up To Find Themselves Famous, While, To Keep Matters Shipshape, Whole Contingents Of Celebrities Wake Up To Find Themselves Forgotten.

A Great Maxim Of Personal Responsibility And Mature Achievement: "do It Yourself" Is Now The Enthroned Cliche For Being Occupied With Nonessentials.