Good manners protect the privileged, but leave the unprivileged more vulnerable.

I tried self-sacrifice a couple of times in my youth.

My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.

Frivolous sorrow is folly. Frivolous enjoyment is not.

Self-sacrifice usually contains an unspoken demand for payment.

I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.

Self-esteem is not based on itself.