The most altruistic man is the most selfish.

There are many kinds of selfishness in this world, but the most selfish is hoarding time, because none of us know how much we have, and it is an affront to God to assume there will be more.

The most ignorant are the most conceited.

I feel that in today's time, what people are most selfish with is information. Nobody wants to give information. You got to ask for it. If you ask for it, then, "All right, maybe, maybe I'll tell you some stuff", but it's a search and find.

A selfish person is someone who doesn't think about me.

The old often envy the young; when they do, they are apt to treat them cruelly.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

Of all the vices which degrade the human character, Selfishness is the most odious and contemptible. An undue love of Self leads to the most mon¬strous crimes and occasions the greatest misfortunes both in States and Families. As a selfish man will impoverish his family and often bring them to ruin, so a selfish king brings ruin on his people and often plunges them into war.

Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

The young people think the old people are fools — but the old people know the young people are fools.

The young have less charity for aged follies than the old for those of youth.

Faults of the mind increase with old age as do those of the features. An old man is incapable of taking up new ideas because he lacks the power to assimilate them, so he clings with crabbed tenacity to the opinions of his maturity. He pompously believes himself able to deal with any problem. Contradiction infuriates him, and he regards it as lack of respect. "In my days," he says, "we never contradicted our elders." He forgets that in his day these same words were spoken to him by his grandfather. Unable to interest himself in what is happening round him and thereby keep himself up to date, he tells stories of his past over and over again; and these are so boring to his younger listeners that they end by avoiding him altogether. Solitude is the greatest evil of old age; one by one lifelong friends and relative disappear, and they cannot be replaced. The desert widens, and death would be pleasant if its rapid approach were not so curiously threatening.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.