Selfish, not self-centred:
for in such a life my mind would be directed /towards a thousand things, not one of which is myself.
The distinction is not unimportant.
[One of the happiest men and most pleasing companions () I have ever known] was intently selfish.
On the other hand I have known people capable of real sacrifice //whose lives were nevertheless a misery to themselves
and others, because self-concern and self-pity filled all their thoughts.
Either condition will destroy the soul in the end.
But till the end, give me the man //who takes the best of everything (even at my expense) and then talks of other things,
rather than the man //who serves me and talks of himself, and whose very kindnesses are a continual reproach,
a continual demand for pity, gratitude, and admiration.
From Surprised by Joy