Throughout the history of commercial life nobody has ever quite liked the commission man. His function is too vague, his presence ...always seems one too many, his profit looks too easy, and even when you admit that he has a necessary function, you feel that this function is, as it were, a personification of something that in an ethical society would not need to exist. If people could deal with one another honestly, they would not need agents.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The trouble with this country is that there are too many politicians who believe, with a conviction based on experience, that you ...can fool all of the people all of the time.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or thre...e external signs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred... in the psychic landscape.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The English masses are lovable: they are kind, decent, tolerant, practical and not stupid. The tragedy is that there are too many ...of them, and that they are aimless, having outgrown the servile functions for which they were encouraged to multiply. One day these huge crowds will have to seize power because there will be nothing else for them to do, and yet they neither demand power nor are ready to make use of it; they will learn only to be bored in a new way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Well then, it's Granny speaking: 'I dunnow! Mebbe I'm wrong to take it as I do.... There ain't no names quite like the old ones, though, Nor never will be to my way of thinking. One mustn't bear too hard on the newcomers, But there's a dite too many of them for comfort....'"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The prig never learns anything unconsciously or instinctively. He learns only what he feels is worth learning; anything else he no...t only scorns but fears, or regards as compromise, contamination, deterioration. Your prig lives in a kind of many-windowed, not to say entirely glassed-in, dwelling, bathed in a prim religious light; but the windows themselves he never opens, for fear that something may blow in from the street. He wants light without air, he prefers purity to humanity, in all too many cases the campus to the cosmos. He is the most complacent of men, where the snob will often be the most worried; and he is not, like the snob, observant, so he is not, like the snob, adaptable. He is rigid equally by temperament and by training--rigid in all big ways, where the snob is only in small. For the snob, at his Proust-like task of studying the great world, there may be only one place to go for neckties; for the prig there is only one way of going to heaven.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »