Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey, Slow Horses

Victorian Society Was Homogeneous Without Being Homogenized. It Was, To Paraphrase The Epigram About Parliament, A Society Of Extreme Eccentrics Who Agreed So Well That They Could Afford To Differ.

The Meaning Of Life Can Be Revealed But Never Explained.

Men Who Live Like Casanova Are Seldom Interested In Themselves; Their Egocentricity Does Not Give Them Time For Egotism.

Against The Ruin Of The World, There Is Only One Defense: The Creative Act.

Today We Hear A Great Deal About Organizational Men, Mass Culture, Conformity, The Lonely Crowd, The Power Elite And Its Conspiracy Of Mediocrity. We Forget That The Very Volume Of This Criticism Is An Indication That Our Society Is Still Radically Pluralistic. Not Only Are There Plenty Of Exceptionalists Who Take Exception To The Stereotyping Of The Mass Culture But That Very String Of Epithets Comes From A Series Of Books That Have Been Recent Best-sellers, Symptoms Of A Popular, Living Tradition Of Dissent From Things As They Are.