The mark of mediocrity is to look for precedent.

Mediocrity is a hand-rail.

Mediocrity has nothing to do with how you compare to other people; it’s simply a result of not making the commitment to continuously learn, grow, and improve yourself.

The disease of our time is mediocrity.

Caution is the path to mediocrity. Gliding, passionless mediocrity is all that most people think they can achieve.

What else, indeed, should mediocrity be but widespread, anywhere?

Mediocre is merely a failed attempt to be really good.

Mediocrity is self-inflicted; genius is self-bestowed.

Mediocrity is self-inflicted and genius is self-bestowed.

Hating people on Twitter is the mark of mediocrity.

To be popular one must be a mediocrity.

There is nothing more demanding than the taste for mediocrity. Beneath its ever moderate appearance there is nothing more intemperate; nothing surer in its instinct; nothing more pitiless in its refusals. It suffers no greatness, shows beauty no mercy.

To be authentically modern is, in each and every age, a sign of mediocrity.

Finding security in mediocrity is an exhausting process. You can work only so many hours, fret only so much. Being a slightly better typist or a slightly faster coder is insufficient. You’re always looking over your shoulder, always trying to be a little less mediocre than the guy next to you. It wears you out.