History repeats itself.

How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.

I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?

to my thinking, it is more pitiable to bore than to be bored.

A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.