We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If we were faultless we should not be so much annoyed by the defects of those with whom we associate.
Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.
If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others.
We love to receive praise, but usually we're not certain what message, precisely, we should take from it. On the other hand, when someone points out our flaws, we realize immediately that something needs to change.
Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.
It is only a step from boredom to disillusionment, which leads naturally to self-pity, which in turn ends in chaos.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
I think I hate cynicism more than anything else. It's the curse of our age, and I want to avoid it at all costs.
We produce destructive people by the way we are treating them in childhood.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.