To the mean all becomes mean.

One who has a why can endure anyhow.

Life is fountain of joy; but where the rabble also gather to drink, all wells are poisoned.

That a person cannot and consequently will not defend himself, does not yet cast disgrace upon him in our eyes ; but we despise the person who has neither the ability nor the good will for revenge whether it be a man or a woman.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside

Idleness is the parent of psychology.