A little truth, hard-won, can last a man for life. It is lies and nonsense for which a tolerance soon becomes a taste, a taste an appetite, and an appetite at last an insatiable craving.
All criticism is destructive, differing only in tact and degree.
I know many people with a positive mania for facing uncomfortable truths; it seems not to discomfort them in the least.
Hell has no comedy, just an endless discussion of what isn’t funny.
Dressing for success is a cargo cult.
Our politics, driven more by hatred of the other side than love of our own, possibly betoken a decline in civility but certainly an advance in sense.
Many of the disorders of the psychology textbooks are quite useful in moderation, and not a few are outright virtues.
To learn the status of an identity, count how many people fake it.
It isn’t true.
It doesn’t matter if it’s true.
No one should talk about it.
Why are you talking about it?
It doesn’t matter what the rules are. What matters is that no one know what the rules are.