The true snob never rests; there is always a higher goal to attain, and there are, by the same token, always more and more people to look down upon.

In my estimation, the only thing that is more to be guarded against than bad taste is good taste.

What we are headed for is a sort of social structure in which the highbrows are the elite, the middlebrows are the bourgeoisie and the lowbrows are hoi polloi.

It is always well to accept your own shortcomings with candor but to regard those of your friends with polite incredulity.

Any real New Yorker is a you-name-it-we-have-it-snob whose heart brims with sympathy for the millions of unfortunates who through misfortune, misguidedness or pure stupidity live anywhere else in the world.

There is a distinction to be drawn between true collectors and accumulators. Collectors are discriminating; accumulators act at random. The Collyer brothers, who died among the tons of newspapers and trash with which they filled every cubic foot of their house so that they could scarcely move, were a classic example of accumulators, but there are many of us whose houses are filled with all manner of things that we "can't bear to throw away.

The Art Snob will stand back from a picture at some distance, his head cocked slightly to one side