Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
We often choose a friend as we do a mistress - for no particular excellence in themselves, but merely from some circumstance that flatters our self-love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Friendship is often influenced by our need for validation rather than the true qualities of the person.
In this quote, Hazlitt suggests that our choices in friendships often arise from shallow reasons that boost our self-esteem, rather than from a genuine appreciation of the other person's inherent qualities. It highlights the idea that friendships can sometimes be superficial, based more on circumstances and personal gratification than on the true excellence of character. This reflection urges us to consider the true basis of our relationships and whether they are founded in authentic connection or mere self-interest.
Themes
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the nature of friendships at a sociological seminar.
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Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it.
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For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
True friendship ought never to conceal what it thinks.