Since We Are Men, We Will Play

Reputation, Like A Face, Is The Symbol Of Its Possessor And Creator, And Another Can Use It Only As A Mask.

We Shall Succeed Only So Far As We Continue To Undertake “the Intolerable Labor Of Thought” — That Most Distasteful Of All Our Activities.

Life In A Great Society, Or For That Matter In A Small, Is A Web Of Tangled Relations Of All Sorts, Whose Adjustment So That It May Be Endurable Is An Extraordinarily Troublesome Matter.

It Was Not The Violence Of Our Enemies [in World War I] That Would Undo Us, I Thought, But Our Own Spiritual Weakness, The Shallowness Of Our Convictions.

The Public Official Must Pick His Way Nicely, Must Learn To Placate Though Not To Yield Too Much, To Have The Art Of Honeyed Words But Not To Seem Neutral, And Above All To Keep Constantly Audible, Visible, Likable, Even Kissable.