When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
BERTHOLD AUERBACHTo harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.
More Berthold Auerbach Quotes
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Discontent is the source of all trouble,but also of all progress, in individuals and nations.
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We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.
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Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.
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The world is the same everywhere.
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In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.
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People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.
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We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.
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What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.
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Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.
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If you sound great in the practice room, you’re practicing the wrong thing. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
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No mortal eye has ever fully seen a flash of lightning … for no matter how firmly we look, our eyes are sure to be dazzled.
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When the foot of the’ mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.
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With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
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Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.
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All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.
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