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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.

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.

Old Age Is An Excellent Time For Outrage. My Goal Is To Say Or Do At Least One Outrageous Thing Every Week.

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.

Having Disciples Is In The End Like Having Children, Only Not With Love But With Self-love Preeminent.