Everyone is secretly pleased to be charged with elitism, and when the charge is denied it is with the aim of confirming its justice.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
Some men feed on opprobrium: the scorn of the crowd assures them of their own unbending integrity.
No one holds humanity in higher regard than he holds himself.
Everyone cares less for the lives of millions of strangers than the life of his own dog; the modern derangement is to feel guilty about it.
The paean to independence of mind is the infallible sign of the crackpot.
An abrasive personality may profit a thinker; it certifies for his followers that they care for the ideas and nothing else.
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.
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.