We cry wolf and then the world ends.
One of truth’s greatest enemies is collegiality.
It’s easy to get away with murder, except the one you want to commit.
Between machismo and boyishness lies a large and almost entirely unexploited market niche.
It is the truth in the stereotype that is objectionable.
Much wisdom lies on the verge of sense.
Any remark sufficiently clever will eventually be attributed to someone sufficiently famous.
If you want perspective, abandon personality.
Philosophies, like sweaters, have stray threads, and the whole thing unravels if you yank on one persistently.
Wealth can be pursued cooperatively, but fame is to the death.