We make our breast a storehouse of pain, which we inflict upon ourselves as well as upon others.
This disposition is encouraged by selfishness: indeed, it is for the most part selfishness unmingled, without any admixture of sympathy or consideration for the feelings of those about us.

It is simply wilfulness in the wrong direction.

It is wilful, because it might be avoided.

Let the necessitarians argue as they may, freedom of will and action is the possession of every man and woman.

It is sometimes our glory, and very often it is our shame: all depends upon the manner in which it is used.