He is rich that is satisfied.
Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender-these form the wealth of home.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
He who is content in his poverty is wonderfully rich.
He who is contented is rich.
A BMW can't take you as far as a diploma.
All fortune belongs to him who has a contented mind.
The greatest wealth is contentment with a little.
No one has yet had the courage to memorialize his wealth on his tombstone. A dollar mark would not look well there.
So many of us define ourselves by what we have, what we wear, what kind of house we live in, and what kind of car we drive ... if you think of yourself as the woman in the Cartier watch and the Hermes scarf, a house fire will destroy not only your possessions but your self.
The externals are simply so many props; everything we need is within us.
He is not rich that possesses much, but he that is content with what he has.
One well-cultivated talent, deepened and enlarged, is worth one hundred shallow faculties.
If only every man would make proper use of his strength and do his utmost, he need never regret his limited ability.
Anyone is to be pitied who has just sense enough to perceive his deficiencies.
What strange perversity is it that induces a man to set his heart on doing those things which he has not succeeded in, and makes him slight those in which his achievement has been respectable.
I may not amount to much, but at least I am unique.
Happy is the man who can do only one thing: in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.
The real tragedy of life is not being limited to one talent, but in failing to use that one talent.
Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.
