In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

he who finds he has wasted a shilling may by diligence hope to fetch it up again; but no repentance or industry can ever bring back one wasted hour.

If I wanted to punish an enemy, it should be by fastening on him the trouble of constantly hating somebody.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

Sweet is the breath of praise when given by those whose own high merit claims the praise they give.

Anger is the common refuge of insignificance. People who feel their character to be slight, hope to give it weight by inflation: but the blown bladder at its fullest distention is still empty.