Never keep up with the Joneses; drag them down to your level. It's cheaper.

If, when you peer into your soul, you find that you are ordinary, then ordinary is what you must remain, but you must be so ordinary that you can imagine someone saying, "Come to my party and bring your humdrum friend," and everyone knowing that he means you.

It's no good running a pig farm for thirty years while saying, "I was meant to be a ballet dancer." By that time, pigs are your style.