One’s own stupidity doesn’t have to be thought about too much, but to be done well it does need to be accomplished properly.

Intelligent people must think without having to think about it too much, while fools must do the same thing but do it quicker.

One’s amusement at seeing another person’s embarrassment over his exposure is part of the course in human society, while being in a position to be embarrassed isn’t often so amusing.

Preening is the dividing line between the wallys and the wankers, although they may not see it quite that way.

When it comes right down to it, you must owe complete strangers precisely what they owe you: nothing whatsoever except an occasional long, cold stare.

The only thing there is to bargain with is your life, which always has a relative value.

Sticking one’s neck out over nothing in particular over nobody of relevance, is the mundane prerogative of fabulous fools doing their Freudian bit for the cause of human misunderstanding in general.

The “frighteners” hiding away amongst us try to use that which frightens us most with impunity, and the point is that it’s best used like that.

By analogy, we usually gauge other people’s strength by our own strengths and not by our truly gauging theirs.

Just because you may not have understood all the right answers is not always because you did not think to ask all the right questions, but it will usually be the case.

The difference between feeling all right and not feeling all right mainly lies still in tomorrow’s promises.

It appears that even a genius can feel a failure, if failure is part of his genius.

One of the most amusing things about learning something is that it can be forgotten, and forgotten so completely that it is forgotten that you learnt it.

Triviality has a major limit to it: it may only be fully achieved through making the right effort.

Since all proof is probably derived through analogy, any proof can apparently be effectively denied by belief.

What has been done should obviously be put aside, after all, there’s not much else that can be done with it.

Water under the bridge is just that: the liquid essence of time.