Most People Sell Their Souls, And Live

When They Come Downstairs From Their Ivory Towers, Idealists Are Very Apt To Walk Straight Into The Gutter.

People Before The Public Live An Imagined Life In The Thought Of Others, And Flourish Or Feel Faint As Their Self Outside Themselves Grows Bright Or Dwindles In That Mirror.

The Old Know What They Want; The Young Are Sad And Bewildered.

Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With Their Eyes Open Can Find The Safe Way Out.

There Is More Felicity On The Far Side Of Baldness Than Young Men Can Possibly Imagine.