Optimism is the philosophy of despair.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
Critics resent artists, but not half as much as artists resent critics.
Our awareness of what we deserve, but lack, is surpassed only by our blindness to what we have, but do not deserve.
As I interpret Genesis, the original sin is ennui.
Seek and ye shall find, whether or not it exists.
Bad art leads to bad restaurant service.
In 1870 Henry Adams wrote that everything was respectable, and nothing amusing. Today everything is amusing, and nothing respectable.
God is another name for epistemic modesty, which is dead.
One must strip away the outer layers of deceit and pretense from a person to reveal the inner core of pretense and deceit.
Shortly before death comes nostalgia.