Aphorism, of all prose, is the least hospitable.
The praise of reviewers tends to be bland and uninformative, with exceptions. One can be certain that an actor’s “riveting” performance was far worse than usual, and that a “lyrical” novel will be unreadable.
You don’t need to love what I love, just hate what I hate.
It is a fundamental human desire to hear one’s own eulogy.
When abusing someone, always pick on qualities that he was born with or cannot change: tomorrow he may be sober.
Modern political theory has become bloodless, shunting off questions of wise and just policy to sister disciplines like economics and moral philosophy, and busying itself with quibbles over standing.
The stupid American, as he is known the world over, mostly means the trusting American.
Rome’s interests, to Caesar, are indistinguishable from his own.
Identity is partly inherited, and partly chosen, and not at all declared.
Our ancestors attributed to the gods the vicissitudes of the weather, and we attribute to the President the vicissitudes of the stock market.