The real Antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity. |
The real persuaders are our appetites, our fears and above all our vanity. The skillful propagandist stirs and coaches these internal persuaders. |
The remarkable thing is that it is the crowded life that is most easily remembered. A life full of turns, achievements, disappointments, surprises, and crises is a life full of landmarks. The empty life has even its few details blurred, and cannot be remembered with certainty. |
The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves. |
The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets. |
The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness. |
The self-styled intellectual who is impotent with pen and ink hungers to write history with sword and blood. |
The short-lived self, teetering on the edge of extinction, is the only thing that can ever really matter |
The superficiality of the American is the result of his hustling. It needs leisure to think things out; it needs leisure to mature. People in a hurry cannot think, cannot grow, nor can they decay. They are preserved in a state of perpetual puerility. |
The suspicious mind believes more than it doubts. It believes in a formidable and ineradicable evil lurking in every person. |
The unpredictability inherent in human affairs is due largely to the fact that the by-products of a human process are more fateful than the product. |
The wisdom of others remains dull till it is writ over with our own blood. We are essentially apart from the world; it bursts into our consciousness only when it sinks its teeth and nails into us. |
The world leans on us. When we sag, the whole world seems to droop. |
There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet. |
There is a grandeur in the uniformity of the mass. When a fashion, a dance, a song, a slogan or a joke sweeps like wildfire from one end of the continent to the other, and a hundred million people roar with laughter, sway their bodies in unison, hum one song or break forth in anger and denunciation, there is the overpowering feeling that in this country we have come nearer the brotherhood of man than ever before. |