In An Automobile Civilization, Which Was One

Ours Is The Country Where, In Order To Sell Your Product, You Don't So Much Point Out Its Merits As You First Work Like Hell To Sell Yourself.

Nominally A Great Age Of Scientific Inquiry, Ours Has Become An Age Of Superstition About The Infallibility Of Science; Of Almost Mystical Faith In Its Non-mystical Methods; Above All-which Perhaps Most Explains The Expert's Sovereignty-of External Verities; Of Traffic-cop Morality And Rabbit-test Truth.

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.

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

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