Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn’t do to upset one’s own vanity.
Meaning of the quote
The quote suggests that a person's abilities can change quickly, going from great talent to being foolish. The writer acknowledges that they may not even realize when they are acting foolish, but it's best not to be overly confident or proud about one's own skills and talents, as they can change over time.
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