Coyness is a rather comically pathetic fault, a miscalculation in which, by trying to veil the ego, we let it appear stark naked.

The moving van is a symbol of more than our restlessness, it is the most conclusive evidence possible of our progress.

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.

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.

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.

Once you have money, you can quite truthfully affirm that money isn't everything.

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.