We praise in others what we wish to have noticed in ourselves.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
Everyone is vain about his choice of what not to be vain about.
The most grievous insult is the affected modesty of the truly accomplished.
It is a peculiar hell, this world in which everyone is always ready for his close-up.
The polite conversationalist, when interrupted by a monologue, smiles, and waits his turn, before resuming his own.
We talk not to say something, but to show something.
Where ideas compete freely, the prettiest win.
The more hands your opinions have passed through, the more likely you are to regard them as your own.
Knowing the answer does not oblige you to raise your hand.
Mute inglorious Miltons, flowers born to blush unseen and waste their sweetness on the desert air, are extinct, and I miss them.