We play with words when we run out of thoughts.
If it had been your exact thought you would have used my exact words.
If no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money, then world literature is almost entirely the province of blockheads.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward plagiarism.
Nothing is as trashy as academic discourse about trash.
A field that uncomprehendingly imitates the methods of a more prestigious field will also imitate its style: the result being writing that not even the author understands.
All criticism is destructive, differing only in tact and degree.
It is a great honor for a book to be burned.
To be published in outlets of respectable opinion it is necessary to form respectable opinions.
Anyone can write platitudes, and anyone can write falsehoods, but it takes an aphorist to do both at once.
Aphorism: half banality, half untruth.