It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Usually, the leaders appear in the moment of the highest stress, when it is time, speaking symbolically, to go to the barricades. Then people, clever, capable, but focused on their own tasks, will leave their immediate occupations and go to the barricades, because there is nowhere to hide.
Clever people will recognize and tolerate nothing but cleverness.
The real point of me isn’t that I’m good looking. It’s that I’m clever. I’ve got a brain! I would rather be called a highly intelligent historian than a gorgeous pouting one.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
I never had that feeling that I had to carry the weight of somebody’s ignorance around with me. And that was true for racists who wanted to use the ‘n’ word when talking about me or about my people, or the stupidity of people who really wanted to belittle other folks because they weren’t pretty or they weren’t rich or they weren’t clever.
Clever gimmicks of mass distraction yield a cheap soulcraft of addicted and self-medicated narcissists.