We don’t spend all of our time advertising for ourselves; sometimes we advertise for our tribe, and once in a while for the qualities that we imagine we possess.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
It’s so weird that there are people who do not have my exact tastes and interests.
Thought-criminals, like regular ones, would escape punishment more often if they could manage not to boast of their exploits.
To imagine oneself rejected on the basis of race, sex, or creed must be a great comfort, pushing away, as it does, the idea of more personal rejection.
If you want to know what most people’s inner lives are like, imagine the Old Testament, but starring you instead of the Jews.
Curing delusion has become, for psychiatry, a simple matter of demanding that the world see the subject as he sees himself.
Once it was fashionable to be fat, to show that you got enough to eat; and then it became fashionable to be thin, to distinguish yourself from the ostentatiously fat. This is the complete history of taste.
Imagine thinking that people, if they only understood you better, would like you more.
No deed is so awful as to prevent a man from thinking well of himself even as he commits it.
To recognize your betters you have to acknowledge that they exist.