The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.
The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.
but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings.
God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.
Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.
Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.