What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.

What a person praises is perhaps a surer standard, even than what he condemns, of his own character, information and abilities.

Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

Every Irishman, the saying goes, has a potato in his head.