In Our Civilization, Men Are Afraid That

Great Innovators And Original Thinkers And Artists Attract The Wrath Of Mediocrities As Lightning Rods Draw The Flashes.

We Are All In A Race For Dear Life: That Is To Say, We Are Fugitives From Death.

The Man Who Has Never Made A Fool Of Himself In Love Will Never Be Wise In Love.

There Are Only Two Roads That Lead To Something Like Human Happiness. They Are Marked By The Words . . . Love And Achievement. . . . Inorder To Be Happy Oneself It Is Necessary To Make At Least One Other Person Happy. . . . The Secret Of Human Happiness Is Not Inself-seeking But In Self-forgetting.

There Is Need Of Variety In Sex, But Not In Love.