The minor vices we all recognize and deplore; the major ones pass for virtues.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
The pleasure in having people admire your work lasts until you see what else they like.
No prejudice is worth having unless one regards it, at least privately, as a mature, objective judgment.
The argument is for feeling good about the invective, and the invective is for feeling good about oneself.
The slavish conformist is readily identified by his outsized pride in his independent mind.
It is non-consumption that has become conspicuous.
The future will marvel that we regarded “be yourself ” as sound moral advice.
Those tiny notifications are ego reified, tugging at you incessantly, like a child at its mother in the supermarket, in the cereal aisle.
Persistent detractors are a mark of distinction, as everyone discovers when he acquires them.
The aphorist strives for the shock of recognition, the moment it dawns on the reader that, yes, that is just what other people are like.