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

Wisdom views with an indifferent eye all finite joys, all blessings born to die.

it may be in morals as it is in optics, the eye and the object may come too close to each other, to answer the end of vision. There are certain faults which press too near our self-love to be even perceptible to us.

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

All desire the gifts of God, but they do not desire God.

Idleness among children, as among men, is the root of all evil, and leads to no other evil more certain than ill temper.

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