Handwriting Is Civilization's Casual Encephalogram.

The Real 1960s Began On The Afternoon Of November 22, 1963. It Came To Seem That Kennedy's Murder Opened Some Malign Trap Door In American Culture, And The Wild Bats Flapped Out.

As American Productivity, Once The Exuberant Engine Of National Wealth, Has Dipped To An Embarrassingly Uncompetitive Low, Americans Have Shaken Their Heads: The Country's Old Work Ethic Is Dead.

Never Forget The Power Of Silence, That Massively Disconcerting Pause Which Goes On And On And May Last Induce An Opponent To Babble And Backtrack Nervously.

People Travel Because It Teaches Them Things They Could Learn No Other Way.

The Jumbo Jet Is The Airborne Equivalent Of The Interstate Highway...one Might As Well Be Stuffed Into A Cartridge And Shot Through A Pneumatic Tube, Like Interoffice Mail.