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.

London ... remains a man's city where New York is chiefly a woman's. London has whole streets that cater to men's wants. It has its great solid phalanx of fortress clubs.

Conformity may not always reign in the prosperous bourgeois suburb, but it ultimately always governs.

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to Advertising copy.

A great maxim of personal responsibility and mature achievement: "Do it yourself" is now the enthroned cliche for being occupied with nonessentials.

We might define an eccentric as a man who is a law unto himself, and a crank as one who, having determined what the law is, insists on laying it down to others.

Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it makes us vain, in fact, of our modesty.