Ours Is The Country Where, In Order

From The Failure Of The Humanist Tradition To Participate Fully Or To Act Decisively, Civilizations May Perhaps Crumble Or Perish At The Hands Of Barbarians. But Unless The Humanist Tradition Itself In Some Form Survives, There Can Really Be No Civilization At All.

Prig And Philistine, Ph.d. And C.p.a., Despot Of English 218c And Big Shot Of The Kiwanis Club-how Much, At Bottom, They Both Hate Art, And How Hard It Is To Know Which Of Them Hates It The More.

If It Is The Great Delusion Of Moralists To Suppose That All Previous Ages Were Less Sinful Than Their Own, Then It Is The Great Delusion Of Intellectuals To Suppose That All Previous Ages Were Less Sick.

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.

Humor Simultaneously Wounds And Heals, Indicts And Pardons, Diminishes And Enlarges; It Constitutes Inner Growth At The Expense Of Outer Gain, And Those Who Possess And Honestly Practice It Make Themselves More Through A Willingness To Make Themselves Less.