Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.
Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?
Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.
All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.
When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.