When I was younger I thought that I was an interesting person. Unfortunately I was also conceited. Now that I am older I am not nearly so conceited, though I no longer think I’m all that interesting either.

I remember reading a quote from somewhere near the end of Oedipus Rex:

But high and mighty words and ways
Are flogged to humbleness, til age
Beaten to its knees at last is wise.

Right on, Soph.