That you might not be right — this idea can be entertained, briefly, at intervals. But that you might not be good — this is insupportable.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
If you are an impostor, is it a syndrome to feel like one?
Reputations for iconoclasm vastly outnumber iconoclasts, which is to be expected, as they are vastly more useful.
Age would be a lot more use to Youth than the other way around.
Understanding looks, to others, like forgiveness; and forgiveness, to oneself, like understanding.
It is our former selves that we especially loathe.
Almost everyone means well, and this is terrifying.
I’m not sure what normality is, but insisting that one is not at all normal must have something to do with it.
Our universe is wild, and our thought is tame.
We will tolerate anything but inconvenience.