To regard oneself as the exception is the rule.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
We wish, not to be understood, but to be misunderstood exactly as we misunderstand ourselves.
I owe my sublime indifference to awards, prizes, and all forms of official recognition to never receiving any.
We are all such good people, and do such horrid things.
History is the events leading up to my life; biography is the events leading up to my death.
We are such accomplished liars because we get so much practice on ourselves.
We weigh nothing so judiciously as a compliment.
It is a sort of blessing, if you have no talent, to have no taste.
We praise in others what we wish to have noticed in ourselves.
Everyone is vain about his choice of what not to be vain about.