She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.— Louis Kronenberger
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The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.
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.
Nominally a great age of scientific inquiry, ours has become an age of superstition about the infallibility of science; of almost mystical faith in its non-mystical methods; above all-which perhaps most explains the expert's sovereignty-of external verities; of traffic-cop morality and rabbit-test truth.
In art there are tears that lie too deep for thought.
There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.
It is the gossip columnist's business to write about what is none of his business.
True individualists tend to be quite unobservant;
it is the snob, the would be sophisticate, the frightened conformist, who keeps a fascinated or worried eye on what is in the wind.
One of the misfortunes of our time is, that in getting rid of false shame, we have killed off so much real shame as well.
Individualism is rather like innocence; there must be something unconscious about it.
In the history of mankind, fanaticism has caused more harm than vice.
Highly educated bores are by far the worst;
they know so much, in such fiendish detail, to be boring about.
Many people today don't want honest answers insofar as honest means unpleasant or disturbing, They want a soft answer that turneth away anxiety.
The trouble with our age is that it is all signpost and no destination.
In art, there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.
There seems to be a great misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.
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.
Conformity may not always reign in the prosperous bourgeois suburb, but it ultimately always governs.
Ours is not so much an age of vulgarity as of vulgarization;
everything is tampered with or touched up, or adulterated or watered down, in an effort to make it palatable, in an effort to make it pay.
It is disgusting to pick your teeth; what is vulgar is to use a gold toothpick.
Privacy was in sufficient danger before TV appeared, and TV has given it its death blow.
Coyness is a rather comically pathetic fault, a miscalculation in which, by trying to veil the ego, we let it appear stark naked.
If it is the great delusion of moralists to suppose that all previous ages were less sinful than their own, then it is the great delusion of intellectuals to suppose that all previous ages were less sick.
The materialistic idealism that governs American life, that on the one hand makes a chariot of every grocery wagon, and on the other a mere hitching post of every star, lets every man lead a very enticing double life.
Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others;
it make us vain, in fact, of our modesty.
This is, i think, very much the Age of Anxiety, the age of the neurosis, because along with so much that weighs on our minds there is perhaps even more that grates on our nerves.
The fascinating necessarily tends to call a certain attention to itself;
the interesting need not. An evening spent with a fascinating person leaves vivid memories; one spent with interesting people has merely a sort of bouquet.
One of the saddest things about conformity is the ghastly sort of non-conformity it breeds; the noisy protesting, the aggressive rebelliousness, the rigid counter-fetishism.
He was the mightiest of Puritans no less than of philistines who first insisted that beauty is only skin deep.
One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame we have killed off so much real shame as well.
The trouble with America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to advertising copy.
Today's competitiveness, so much imposed from without, is exhausting, not exhilarating; is unending-a part of one's social life, one's solitude, one's sleep, one's sleeplessness.
The trouble with our age is all signposts and no destination.
One must never judge the writer by the man; but one may fairly judge the man by the writer.
The life of sense begins by assuming that we can only fitfully live the life of reason.
For young people today things move so fast there is no problem of adjustment.
Before you can adjust to A, B has appeared leading C by the hand, and with D in the distance.
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.
Has there ever been an age so rife with neurotic sensibility, with that state of near shudders, or near hysteria, or near nausea, much of it induced by trifles, which used to belong to people who were at once ill-adjusted and over-civilized?
Along with being forever on the move, one is forever in a hurry, leaving things inadvertently behind-friend or fishing tackle, old raincoat or old allegiance.
The test of interesting people is that subject matter doesn't matter.
On any morning these days whole segments of the population wake up to find themselves famous, while, to keep matters shipshape, whole contingents of celebrities wake up to find themselves forgotten.
Temperament, like liberty, is important despite how many crimes are committed in its name.
Life for most of us is full of steep stairs to go up and later, shaky stairs to totter down; and very early in the history of stairs must have come the invention of bannisters.
Someone who gossips well has a reputation for being good company or even a wit, never for being a gossip.
The technique of winning is so shoddy, the terms of winning are so ignoble, the tenure of winning is so brief; and the specter of the has-been-a shameful rather than a pitiable sight today-brings a sudden chill even to our sunlit moments.
The essence of the expert is that his field shall be very special and narrow: one of the ways in which he inspires confidence is to rigidly limit himself to the little toe; he would scarcely venture an off-the-record opinion on an infected little finger.
The American Way is so restlessly creative as to be essentially destructive;
the American Way is to carry common sense itself almost to the point of madness.
From the failure of the humanist tradition to participate fully or to act decisively, civilizations may perhaps crumble or perish at the hands of barbarians. But unless the humanist tradition itself in some form survives, there can really be no civilization at all.
Ours is the country where, in order to sell your product, you don't so much point out its merits as you first work like hell to sell yourself.
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.