The Life Of Sense Begins By Assuming

The Truly Ambitious Are Always As Busy On The Landings As They Are Breathless On The Stairs.

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

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.

In An Automobile Civilization, Which Was One Of Constant Motion And Activity, There Was Almost No Time To Think; In A Television One, There Is Small Desire.

The Thrust Of Ambition Is, And Always Has Been, Great, But Among The Bright-eyed It Had Once A More Adventurous And Individualistic Air, A Much More Bracing Rivalry.