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We classify too much and enjoy too little.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world

Few things are needed to make a wise man happy; nothing can make a fool content; that is why most men are miserable.

Happiness demands a certain outcome, it is result reliant.

If happiness is what you’re after, then you are going to be let down frequently and be unhappy much of your time.

In our ordinary actions there is not one of a thousand that concerns ourselves.

Retire yourself into yourself, but first prepare yourself there to receive yourself: it were a folly to trust yourself in your own hands, if you cannot govern yourself.

The athlete trains for his race; and the mind must be put into training if one will win life's race.

As therefore the shoe is shaped by the foot, and not the foot by the shoe, so does the disposition make the life similar to itself.

In the next place, it is false that those that have little to do are easy in mind.

Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist

A species of thick clothing slowly grows about the mind, the pores are choked, little habits become a part of existence, and by degrees the mind is inclosed in a husk.

Above all, he must guard and you must guard him against indolence. Make him a strenuous man. I had to force myself into being strenuous as you know--had always an inclination to be idle.

Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality

There is nothing that we can properly call our own but our time, and yet every body fools us out of it that has a mind to it.

If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.

When this corrupting passion once takes possession of the human mind, like the love of gold it becomes insatiable.

A person is idle because his thoughts dwell habitually on the instant pleasures of idleness.

Who does not see from all this that man has gone astray, that he has fallen from his place, that he seeks it with disquiet, that he cannot regain it?

A provision of endless apparatus, a bustle of infinite inquiry and research, or even the mere mechanical labour of copying, may be employed, to evade and shuffle off real labour—the real labour of thinking.

The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.

Many of us imprison ourselves in the narrow limited poverty thought, and then, like caged eagles trying in vain to get free, we beat out our wings against the bars we have ourselves put up.