There are perfect fools, and perfection of any kind should be cherished.
Brevity is admired: prolixity is paid.
Quality, too, is subject to diminishing returns. The world runs on large amounts of good enough.
The great contemporary leveller of class distinctions is automated spell-checking.
Robes always dignify begging — saffron for the Buddhist monk, black for the college president.
One must often choose between stupid and crazy. I used to like crazy, but I am warming to stupid.
You think you have a job. What you have is a consulting company with only one client.
Every party looks its best out of power.
Now we say that we do not understand what we only disapprove, and soon we truly will not understand.
Being a sports fan is like chewing audibly — a mildly irritating but harmless backwardness that one charitably overlooks.