How much it is to be regretted, that the British ladies should ever sit down contented to polish, when they are able to reform; to entertain, when they might instruct; and to dazzle for an hour, when they are candidates for eternity!

The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.

Anger is a violent act, envy a constant habit - no one can be always angry, but he may be always envious.

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

A slowness to applaud betrays a cold temper or an envious spirit.

Resentment is an evil so costly to our peace that we should find it more cheap to forgive even were it no more right.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.