Industrial-strength Foolishness Sets In-in Males, At Least-at

In America Nothing Dies Easier Than Tradition.

The Only Thing I Was Fit For Was To Be A Writer, And This Notion Rested Solely On My Suspicion That I Would Never Be Fit For Real Work, And That Writing Didn't Require Any.

Serious Journalism Need Not Be Solemn.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.

The Biographer's Problem Is That He Never Knows Enough. The Autobiographer's Problem Is That He Knows Too Much.