I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do.
The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don’t waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.
In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
Consider how much more often you suffer from your anger and grief than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
