Regarding the possibility that I’m “destined for mediocrity,” I have no concerns. Indeed, I’ve been mediocre for some time already.

I don’t feel myself till I’ve had a drink. After two drinks, I begin to feel others.

What’s the primary difference between self-help and ethical philosophy as a genre of literature? The former has a marketing budget.

I’ve managed, thus far, to avoid great public shame — largely as a result, I’d guess, of avoiding equally great ambitions.

A master is one with the capacity to make a difficult task appear simple. Men are more well suited to the opposite effect, however — that is, making a simple task appear almost impossible.

It allows me to observe my intellectual equals.

Is it possible to envy an insect? I didn’t know. Since asking the question, however, I’ve dedicated myself to finding the answer.