Our Civilization Is Flinging Itself To Pieces.

We Are Anthill Men Upon An Anthill World.

When I Graduated From High School, It Was During The Depression And We Had No Money.

He Glanced Back At The Wall. How Like A Mirror, Too, Her Face. Impossible; For How Many People Did You Know Who Reflected Your Own Light To You? People Were More Often--he Searched For A Simile, Found One In His Work--torches, Blazing Away Until They Whiffed Out. How Rarely Did Other People's Faces Take Of You And Throw Back To You Your Own Expression, Your Own Innermost Trembling Thought?

If You Dream The Proper Dreams, And Share The Myths With People, They Will Want To Grow Up To Be Like You.

If You Learn Only Methods, You'll Be Tied To Your Methods, But If You Learn Principles You Can Devise Your Own Methods.