Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

One's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.

Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.

One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

Better a false belief than no belief at all.