The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.

Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.

To be satisfied with the acquittal of the world, though accompanied with the secret condemnation of conscience, this is the mark of a little mind; but it requires a soul of no common stamp to be satisfied with its own acquittal, and to despise the condemnation of the world.

Doubt is the vestibule through which all must pass before they can enter into the temple of wisdom.

Whenever we find ourselves more inclined to persecute than to persuade, we may then be certain that our zeal has more of pride in it than of charity.

So blinded are we by our passions, that we suffer more to be damned than to be saved.