I Know No Other Way Out Of

I Never Can Pass By The Metropolitan Museum Of Art In New York Without Thinking Of It Not As A Gallery Of Living Portraits But As A Cemetery Of Tax-deductible Wealth.

We Need Not Seek Our Own Best Selves, And In The Meantime We Inoculate Ourselves Against The Viruses Of Age And Idealism, Which, As The Advertising Agencies Well Know, Depress Sales And Sour The Feasts Of Consumption.

The Supply Of Government Exceeds Demand.

A Certain Kind Of Rich Man Afflicted With The Symptoms Of Moral Dandyism Sooner Or Later Comes To The Conclusion That It Isn't Enough Merely To Make Money. He Feels Obliged To Hold Views, To Espouse Causes And Elect Presidents, To Explain To A Trembling World How And Why The World Went Wrong.

Nobody Suffers The Pain Of Birth Or The Anguish Of Loving A Child In Order For Presidents To Make Wars, For Governments To Feed On The Substance Of Their People, For Insurance Companies To Cheat The Young And Rob The Old.