Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The love of independence and dislike of unjust treatment is the source of a thousand virtues.
Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.
If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.
We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
The Unhappy may, possibly, by indulging Thought, hit on some lucky Stratagem for the Relief of his Misfortunes, and the Happy may be infinitely more so by contemplating on his Condition.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Taste is a result of a thousand distastes.