I’m vulnerable to praise, that’s true, but I’m even more vulnerable to knives.
I have beheld the fowl of the air, how they “neither sow nor reap.” I’ve also observed, however, that they “live outside” and “are under constant threat of attack from animals both wild and domestic.” For this reason, among others, I consider their utility as a model for personal conduct to be limited.
If I ever kill myself, it should be regarded not as a suicide but as the result of a duel with the person who has most dishonored me.
Those who identify as writers become more tolerable as they approach death — and then much more tolerable after it.
Among the many reasons to be wary of the present: the conviction its occupants possess regarding its value. It’s inaccurate to suggest that everyone regards his own time as the most important, but it’s not inaccurate enough.
For those who fail at everything, there’s no danger of feigning modesty. Modesty, rather, is thrust upon them.
If I am disappointed by the conduct of others, that is almost certainly my fault — for holding them to a higher standard than I do my own self.