The fundamental human need, once the physical have been met, is to look good.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
Guilt, unlike shame, requires averting one’s gaze from oneself, if only for a moment.
Now and then a readable novel is written that takes its author as its subject; we call these autobiographies.
When you find a man to admire, look immediately for sordid particulars of his life and opinions, lest you be tempted to admire him further.
Pedants are secretly pleased by the epithet, which is a promotion from bore.
We affect to despise ignorant bigotry, when it is knowledgeable, highly cultivated bigotry that we really find objectionable.
We asked first for eternal life, then eternal youth; today we plead for eternal adolescence and tomorrow for eternal infancy.
Everyone is secretly pleased to be charged with elitism, and when the charge is denied it is with the aim of confirming its justice.
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.