| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Self (See Self-love, Selfishness, etc.) |
| | | Of all mankind each loves himself the best. Terence. | 1 |
| Born to myself, I like myself alone. Rochester. | 2 |
| I to myself am dearer than a friend. Shakespeare. | 3 |
| | And though all cry down self, none means |
| His ownself in a literal sense. |
Butler. | 4 |
| Do you want to know the man against whom you have most reason to guard yourself? Your looking-glass will give you a very fair likeness of his face. Whately. | 5 |
| We have this principal desire implanted in us by nature, that our first wish is to preserve ourselves. Yonge. | 6 |
| | Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; |
| Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass’d in music out of sight. |
Tennyson. | 7 |
| | Explore the dark recesses of the mind, |
| In the soul’s honest volume read mankind, |
| And own, in wise and simple, great and small, |
| The same grand leading principle in all, |
| * * * and by whatever name we call |
| The ruling tyrant, self is all in all. |
Churchill. | 8 | | |
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