Perfect

If I knew myself to the innermost point of my being, I would not second-guess myself, doubt myself, criticize myself, improve myself, compare myself or forgive myself. And I would never ever apologize.

Berating myself

Self-criticism is the inner equivalent of repeatedly striking my head with a mallet.

Cleaved

Guilt is an attack on the self by the self. It splits us.

A house divided

The man who is chronically angry and who habitually berates himself because of that is not merely a man—he’s a civil war.

Judge not

Men who love themselves do not contradict (from the Latin for speak against) themselves. Self-criticism is truly the grievous error. Many have perished out there, on the hot sands of their own contempt.