Discontent is the seed of ethics.
Wealth and poverty: the one is the parent of luxury and indolence, and the other of meanness and viciousness, and both of discontent.
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.
That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.
The splendid discontent of God With Chaos, made the world; And from the discontent of man The world’s best progress springs.
Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
He who plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that is discontented in one place will seldom be happy in another.
One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common – discontent.
Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, Does he write? he fain would paint a picture.