Happiness Is A Direction, Not A Place.

There's No Point In Burying A Hatchet If You're Going To Put Up A Marker On The Site.

Why Are We Willing To Accept A New Mathematical Formula We Don't Understand As The Product Of A Brilliant Mind, While Rejecting A New Art Form We Don't Understand As The Product Of A Deranged Mind?

What Is Much Harder To Handle Is The Sense That You Have To Live Up To The Mark Someone Else Has Set For You. The Grades Become Too Important, The Competition Too Frantic, The Fear Of Disappointing Those Who Believe In You Turns Into An Overwhelming Nightmare.

Intolerance Is The Most Socially Acceptable Form Of Egotism, For It Permits Us To Assume Superiority Without Personal Boasting.

Life Is, If Anything, The Art Of Combination. Of Discrimination. Of Freely Picking One's Own Personal Pattern Out Of A Hundred Choices. Not Letting It Be Picked For You—either By The Establishment, Or By The Rebels. Conformity Of Hip Is No Better Than Conformity Of Square.