Having Disciples Is In The End Like

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

Humor Simultaneously Wounds And Heals, Indicts And Pardons, Diminishes And Enlarges; It Constitutes Inner Growth At The Expense Of Outer Gain, And Those Who Possess And Honestly Practice It Make Themselves More Through A Willingness To Make Themselves Less.

It Is One Of The Sublime Provincialities Of New York That Its Inhabitants Lap Up Trivial Gossip About Essential Nobodies They've Never Set Eyes On, While Continuing To Boast That They Could Live Somewhere For Twenty Years Without So Much As Exchanging Pleasantries With Their Neighbors Across The Hall.

Conformity May Not Always Reign In The Prosperous Bourgeois Suburb, But It Ultimately Always Governs.

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.