Many a man has a kind of a kaleidoscope, where the bits of broken glass are his own merits and fortunes; and they fall into harmonious arrangements, and delight him, often most mischievously and to his ultimate detriment; but they are a present pleasure.
Arthur HelpsPride, if not the origin, is the medium of all wickedness-the atmosphere without which it would instantly die away.
Arthur HelpsInfinite toil would not enable you to sweep away a mist; but by ascending a little you may often look over it altogether.
Arthur HelpsThose who never philosophized until they met with disappointments, have mostly become disappointed philosophers
Arthur Helps