Silence sweeter is than speech.

Many true words are spoken in jest.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

About the greatest virtue a friend can have, is to be able to hold her tongue; and through this, like all virtues carried to extremity, may grow into a fault, and do great harm, still, it never can do so much harm as that horrible laxity and profligacy of speech which is a the root of half the quarrels, cruelties, and injustices of the world.