Conformity May Not Always Reign

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 Englishman Wants To Be Recognized As A Gentleman, Or As Some Other Suitable Species Of Human Being; The American Wants To Be Considered A Good Guy.

Someone Who Gossips Well Has A Reputation For Being Good Company Or Even A Wit, Never For Being A Gossip.

The Truly Ambitious Are Always As Busy On The Landings As They Are Breathless On The Stairs.

Ours Must Be The First Age Whose Great Goal, On A Nonmaterial Plane, Is Not Fulfillment But Adjustment; And Perhaps Just Such A Goal Has Served As Maladjustment's Weapon.