“On others pride hushes them to silence; no complaint is made for they scorn pity or sympathy.”

Wherever I am, I see the yoke on women in some form or another. On some it sits easy for they are but beasts of burden.

On some it galls and chafes; they feel assured by every instinct of their nature that they were designed for a higher, nobler calling than to ‘drag life’s lengthening chain along.

[On her recently widowed father’s much younger wife:] My father has been very busy in conjugating the verb to love, and I assure you he declines its moods and tenses inimitably.

Is not sorrow, all sorrow, selfish?

Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.

Girls are taught to seem, to appear – not to be and do.

Listen, if my career was to end tomorrow, I would have no complaints whatsoever.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

I have absolutely no complaints about my life. But people think I got handed everything, all this kind of fell in my lap, that I was just God-gifted with all this talent. I wanted people to realize it’s a lot tougher than just waking up one day and you’re in the NHL.

Monks understand that routine frees your mind, but the biggest threat to that freedom is monotony. People complain about their poor memories, but I’ve heard it said that we don’t have a retention problem, we have an attention problem.

Never complain of that of which it is at all times in your power to rid yourself.

No complaint is more common than that of a scarcity of money.

Our lives are largely peaceful & smooth. Yet we find many things to complain.

Cancers of the Mind: Comparing, Complaining, Criticizing.