The Hero Was A Big Man; The

Planning For The Future Without A Sense Of History Is Like Planting Cut Flowers.

The Mind Is A Vagrant Thing ... Thinking Is Not Analogous To A Person Working In A Laboratory Who Invents Something On Company Time. Answering Criticism That The Book For Which He Won A Pulitzer Prize Was Written In The Years He Had Been Employed At The Smithsonian. He Specified That Did Not Write On The Premises There, But Only At Home Outside Of Working Hours.

The Hero Created Himself; The Celebrity Is Created By The Media.

Time Makes Heroes But Dissolves Celebrities.

As Individuals And As A Nation, We Now Suffer From Social Narcissism. The Beloved Echo Of Our Ancestors, The Virgin America, Has Been Abandoned. We Have Fallen In Love With Our Own Image, With Images Of Our Making, Which Turn Out To Be Images Of Ourselves.