esteem

I am sure it is everyone__ experience, as it has been mine, that any discovery we make about ourselves or the meaning of life is never, like a scientific discovery, a coming upon something entirely new and unsuspected; it is rather, the coming to conscious recognition of something, which we really knew all the time but, because we were unwilling to formulate it correctly, we did not hitherto know we knew.

To sum it up, succuss is merely a small act of courageousness.

In low intelligent ignorant societies, the clever are denigrated and the stupid are belauded; the brainy are stoned and the dull are held in high esteem!

Respect cannot be inherited, respect is the result of right actions.

We all feel inadequate very often. It__ only when it gets chronic that it is disturbing to one__ emotions and can get out of hand and make you pretty damn miserable.

Losing your honor in a person's eye is tantamount losing it for entire humanity.

People are not dying of lack of money but of lack of esteem and awareness. ("Kein Schwein ruft mich an")

The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was__fter which you pray like mad to regain what you foolishly lost. The value of an item often depends upon how hard it is to attain.

Anything great will only be appreciated if I am given the opportunity to feel the absence of it, or experience the reversal of it. It is only then that I can even begin to understand its majesty and cherish it in the manner I should have all along.

Oh, I have always been proud, I always wanted all or nothing! You see it was just because I am not one who will accept half a happiness, but always wanted all

Your reputation has no duplicate. You are one till the end of time. Once it is damaged, a fresh personality cannot spring from the old one.

Lying is essential to humanity. It plays as large a part perhaps as the quest for pleasure, and is moreover governed by that quest. One lies in order to protect one's pleasure, or one's honour if the disclosure of one's pleasure runs counter to one's honour. One lies all one's life long, even, especially, perhaps only, to those who love one. For they alone make us fear for our pleasure and desire their esteem.

One does not hate as long as one disesteems, but only when one esteems equal or superior

...you have not only a very large portion of my affection and esteem, but all that I am capable of feeling...

Just take this as a warning. Know that there's always a price for not being yourself.