If no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money, then world literature is almost entirely the province of blockheads.
You never find people endeavoring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a plentiful fortune.
It is crime, of all fields, that most attracts the woefully underqualified.
Dressing for success is a cargo cult.
To learn the status of an identity, count how many people fake it.
Late capitalism is a myth: late democracy is real.
It is expensive to be poor, and wildly expensive to be stupid.
Rich societies produce leisure sufficient for folly, and democratic societies make this everybody’s problem.
The market may not be smarter than everyone — just everyone I know.
Consumer capitalism isn’t soulless, quite the contrary: it provides consumers with the option of outsourcing their souls.
Anyone who has not invested in his own recommendations has no skin in the game; and anyone who has is talking his book.