What mortal is there of us, who would find his satisfaction enhanced by an opportunity of comparing the picture he presents to himself of his doings, with the picture they make on the mental retina of his neighbours? We are poor plants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit.
What mortal is there of us, ...
Quotes from the same author
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Men and women are but children of a larger growth.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.