Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Could that have been what happened to the human race - a willing perversity that set at naught all human values which had been so hardly won and structured in the light of reason for a span of more than a million years?
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.
We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves.
Despite what some would have us believe, success is not built on resentment and fear.
There are people who are unhappy with everything.
Everyone is born into a certain era. I wouldn't want to see anyone faced with the circumstances that prevailed at the time, when there were few or no alternatives.
Of all follies there is none greater than wanting to make the world a better place.
I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.
I never resented anybody for being successful.
There was never a nation great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.