In the human heart one generation of passions follows another; from the ashes of one springs the spark of the next.

As we grow older we grow both more foolish and wiser at the same time.

No man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.

However evil men may be they dare not be openly hostile to virtue, and so when they want to attack it they pretend to find it spurious , or impute crimes to it.

In the intercourse of life, we please more by our faults than by our good qualities.

The desire to seem clever often keeps us from being so.

Though confidence is very fine, and makes the future sunny; I want no confidence for mine, I'd rather have the money