Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn More Quotes by Jean Antoine Petit-Senn More Quotes From Jean Antoine Petit-Senn The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn hatred happiness enemy Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn karma uplifting inspirational It requires less character to discover the faults of others, than to tolerate them. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn dance spiritual inspirational An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn angry-women vindictive bitterness Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn wrinkles youth heart What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion Jean Antoine Petit-Senn illusion loses gains Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little? Jean Antoine Petit-Senn flirting littles beautiful Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn self-control temptation motivational To endeavor to move by the same discourse hearers who differ in age, sex, position and education is to attempt to open all locks with the same key. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn keys sex moving Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn hypocrisy eye vices In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn humility-and-modesty portraits humility There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn errors sweet memories The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn tender-hearts heart happiness There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn earth natural beauty Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn daughter soul spring Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn envy flames Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn frost experience white There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn caprice please laughing Women always find their bitterest foes among their own sex. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn rivalry quarrels sex Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart. Jean Antoine Petit-Senn body heart
