We are sometimes as different from ourselves as we are from others.

Our self-love can less bear to have our tastes than our opinions condemned.

Self-love is the love of a man's own self, and of everything else for his own sake. It makes people idolaters to themselves, and tyrants to all the world besides.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

The praise we give to new comers into the world arises from the envy we bear to those who are established.

We often do shallow good in order to accomplish evil with impunity.

Nothing should lessen our satisfaction with ourselves as much as when we notice that we disapprove of something at one time that we approve of at another time.