Ours Must Be The First Age Whose

The Life Of Sense Begins By Assuming That We Can Only Fitfully Live The Life Of Reason.

We Might Define An Eccentric As A Man Who Is A Law Unto Himself, And A Crank As One Who, Having Determined What The Law Is, Insists On Laying It Down To Others.

True Individualists Tend To Be Quite Unobservant; It Is The Snob, The Would Be Sophisticate, The Frightened Conformist, Who Keeps A Fascinated Or Worried Eye On What Is In The Wind.

We Are Neurotically Haunted Today By The Imminence, And By The Ignominy, Of Failure. We Know At How Frightening A Cost One Succeeds: To Fail Is Something Too Awful To Think About.

Old Age Is An Excellent Time For Outrage. My Goal Is To Say Or Do At Least One Outrageous Thing Every Week.