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Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative, of imagination.
Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.
We enjoy lovely music, beautiful paintings, a thousand intellectual delicacies, but we have no idea of their cost, to those who invented them, in sleepless nights, tears, spasmodic laughter, rashes, asthmas, epilepsies, and the fear of death, which is worse than all the rest.
Indignation at literary wrongs I leave to men born under happier stars. I cannot afford it.
Under the vague dullness of the gray hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object and finds it in the privation of an untried good.
Too much engenders too much.
Rewards corrupt the unprincipled.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
There are some poisons which, before they kill men, allay pain and diffuse a soothing sensation through the frame. We may recognize the hour of enjoyment they procure, but we must not separate it from the price at which it was purchased.
What you do not eliminate - you accumulate.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
For trash and toys, And grief-engend'ring joys, What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood; What bitter pills, Compos'd of real ills, Men swallow down to purchase one false good!
He who lives in despair / takes and gives in vain.
What nourishes me, destroys me
Diseases are the tax on pleasures.
Urges. Mercy, the urges.
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.
The passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls.
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.
I want money. Unless I have it ...
In my sleep, a natural death!
Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure-its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.
Those wretches who never have experienced the sweets of wisdom and virtue, but spend all their time in revels and debauches, sink downward day after day, and make their whole life one continued series of errors.
One must not be mean with affections; what is spent of the funds is renewed in the spending itself. Left untouched for too long, they diminish imperceptibly or the lock gets rusty; they are there all right but one cannot make use of them.
Every criticism, judgment, diagnosis, and expression of anger is the tragic expression of an unmet need.
The self-hatred that destroys is the waste of unfulfilled promise.
Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give
Defaced ruins of architecture and statuary, like the wrinkles of decrepitude of a once beautiful woman, only make one regret that one did not see them when they were enchanting.
Everything is destroyed by its own particular vice: the destructive power resides within. Rust destroys iron, moths destroy clothes, the worm eats away the wood; but greatest of all evils is envy, impious habitant of corrupt souls, which ever was, is, and shall be a consuming disease.
Men grieve [Mephistopheles] so with the days of their lamenting, [he] even hate[s] to plague them with [his] torments.
Only the degraded want to degrade others.
Envy yearns to find flaws.
The most terrible thing about materialism, even more terrible than its proneness to violence, is its boredom, from which sex alcohol, drugs, all devices for putting out the accusing light of reason and suppressing the unrealizable aspirations of love, offer a prospect of deliverance.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.
ignorant editors and a smothering patron - produced the sort of dependence that affects,
Complaints drain joy.
When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.
Men are not only prone to forget benefits; they even hate those who have obliged them, and cease to hate those who have injured them. The necessity of revenging an injury, or of recompensing a benefit seems a slavery to which they are unwilling to submit.
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
The discouragement masquerades as the impossibility.
Resentment gratifies him who intended an injury, and pains him unjustly who did not intend it.
Ruining people. I love the way the phrase rolls around on my tongue and inside my mouth. Ruining people is delicious. We're all hungry, empaths and sociopaths. We want to consume.
To what faults do you feel most indulgent? To the ones that arise from urgent material needs.
The decadent artist markets other people's pain
If you would abolish covetousness, you must abolish its mother, profusion.
One declaims endlessly against the passions; one imputes all of man's suffering to them. One forgets that they are also the source of all his pleasures.
Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense.
Our only real pleasure is to squander our resources to no purpose, just as if a wound were bleeding away inside us; we always want to be sure of the uselessness or the ruinousness of our extravagance.
The weak thrive on indulgence.
Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.
As a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a [person].
Every patient clings to fantasies in which he sees himself in the active role so as to escape the pain of being defenseless and helpless. To achieve this he will accept guilt feelings, although they bind him to neurosis.
No one can degrade us except ourselves.
Habit: A shackle for the free.
Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal. It strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.
Integrity is praised, and starves.
Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it
Expressed gratitude encourages further giving; ingratitude drains vitality out of the spirit of generosity.
Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.
The only thing which consoles for our miseries is diversion, and yet this is the greatest of our miseries. For it is this which principally hinders us from reflecting upon ourselves and which makes us imperceptibly ruin ourselves.
Things you don't need in your life targets you the most.
I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers ...
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
In a consumer society there are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.
COMPULSION, n. The eloquence of power.
These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be confounded:
[H]e who spends more than he earns is sowing the winds of needless self indulgence from which he is sure to reap the whirlwinds of trouble and humiliation.
Believe not much them that seem to despise riches, for they despise them that despair of them.
The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself.
Discouragement leads away from the right path, and accomplishes the devil's desire for destruction
Those who neglect the demands of life, they live in perpetual pain and regret.
Luxuries and indulgences were distractions from true greatness, tawdry and ephemeral baubles that dissipated energy that could be directed toward more meaningful and durable accomplishments in the world around him.
Benefits received are a delight to us as long as we think we can requite them; when that possibility is far exceeded, they are repaid with hatred instead of gratitude.
Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low.
Desecration is the smile on my face.
Paines to get, care to keep, feare to lose.
To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.
Hurt people hurt people.
He who buys what he does not need steals from himself.
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.
That proves to be most wasted which is covetously and distrustfully spared.
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On the Universal Tendency to Debasement in the Sphere of Love',
When we hang on to resentments, we poison ourselves. As compulsive overeaters, we cannot afford resentment, since it exacerbates our disease.
When in doubt, you face the possibility of deception.. when you are decieved, you face the possibility of diversion... when you are diverted, you face the possibility of disobedience...and these are the D's to every man's Defeat.
One's rebuke engraves itself upon the mind more than one's praise.
The destructive character knows only one watchword: make room; only one activity: clearing away ...
The destructive character is young and cheerful. For destroying rejuvenates in clearing away traces of our own age ...
Greed is an imperfection that defiles the mind; hate is an imperfection that defiles the mind; delusion is an imperfection that defiles the mind.
We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.
O benefit of ill! Now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuk'd to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
economy spoils pleasure
The art depicts duplicity and depravity," he said, "but its purpose is to counteract the human tendency to fill in the blanks with goodness. We do that instinctively, and in ignorance, to compensate for breaches of the soul so deplorable that we can barely fathom them." I
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
Looking back at a repetition of empty days, one sees that monuments have sprung up. Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie: when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.
False encouragement is a kind of theft: it steals time, energy, and motivation a person could put toward some other purpose.
For resentments of any nature bring their fruit in the physical.
Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.
Compliments and flattery oftenest excite my contempt by the pretension they imply; for who is he that assumes to flatter me? To compliment often implies an assumption of superiority in the complimenter. It is, in fact, a subtle detraction.
One pets what one degrades; and one has to support what one has enfeebled