What soon grows old? Gratitude.
Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.
I'd like to know why well-educated idiots keep apologizing for lazy and complaining people who think the world owes them a living.
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".
Ingratitude is surely the chief of the intellectual sins of man. He takes his political benefits for granted, just as he takes the skies and the seasons for granted.
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here
Throw em a bone and they want a steak.
