I’m no genius. I’m smart in spots — but I stay around those spots.

It's not just that I'm stupid; it's that I'm just smart enough to know how stupid I am. I wish I weren't so stupid. Or that I were stupider.

Many seem to have absolutely no awareness of how fortunate one must be to succeed at anything in life, no matter how hard one works. One must be lucky to be able to work. One must be lucky to be intelligent, physically healthy, and not bankrupted in middle age by the illness of a spouse.

That makes me smart.

But at least I tried

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

I am brave man, I like to try.

I'm not the smartest fellow in the world, but I can sure pick smart colleagues.

I am, by most measures, pretty smart. My grandmother was smarter. She was do-the-Times-crossword-in-pen smart.

I am smart because I know I nothing.

If you’re so smart, why aren’t you happy?

Though you sometimes strike me as incapable of improvement, I feel honor-bound to make the attempt.

I’m not stupid, nor a liar,” I said, “and if I can’t do any good, I can at least do something