The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this and every country but his own.
Discontent is something that follows ambition like a shadow.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
The greatest weariness comes from work not done.
The father of every good work is discontent, and its mother is diligence.
The discontented person thinks that everything that he does for God is too much and everything God does for him is too little.
“A cucumber is bitter.” Throw it away. “There are briars in the road.” Turn aside from them. This is enough. Do not add, “And why were such things made in the world?
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.