For the confirmation of my identity I depend entirely upon other people.
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.
The profit of one man is the damage of another.
It is very true that we ought to think of the happiness of others; but it is not often enough said that the best thing we can do for those who love us is to be happy ourselves.
I have ever held it as a maxim, never to do that through another, which it was possible for me to execute myself.
To have suffered oneself makes one much more understanding of others' suffering.
No one can do anything for the happiness of others if he cannot be happy himself.
The sum of behaviour is to retain a man's dignity without intruding upon the liberty of others.
He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.
The almost insoluble task is to let neither the power of others, nor our own powerlessness, stupefy us.
We do not always have enough strength to bear the misfortunes of others.
That principle is, that the sole end for which mankind are warranted, individually or collectively, in interfering with the liberty of action of any of their number, is self-protection. That the only purpose for which power can be rightfully exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will, is to prevent harm to others.
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
When you practice gratefulness, there is a sense of respect toward others.
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
You must expect to be treated by others as you yourself have treated them.
Nothing should so much diminish the satisfaction which we feel with ourselves as seeing that we disapprove at one time of that which we approve of at another.
Those who think they have merit persuade themselves that they are honoured by being unhappy, in order to persuade others and themselves that they are worthy to be the butt of fortune.
Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things themselves; we are happy from possessing what we like, not from possessing what others like.
Interest blinds some and makes some see.
We can be knowledgable with other men's knowledge but we cannot be wise with other men's wisdom.
The improvement of understanding is for two ends: first, our own increase of knowledge secondly, to enable us to deliver that knowledge to others.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.
Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Nothing is as peevish and pedantic as men's judgments of one another.
Our life is made by the death of others.
