To hint at a fault does more mischief than speaking out; for whatever is left for the imagination to finish will not fail to be overdone.

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery.

Affliction is the school in which great virtues are acquired, in which great characters are formed.

Glory darts her soul-pervading ray on thrones and cottages, regardless still of all the artificial nice distinctions vain human customs make.

People talk as if the act of death made a complete change in the nature, as well as in the condition of man. Death is the vehicle to another state of being, but possesses no power to qualify us for that state. In conveying us to a new world it does not give us a new heart.

Where evil may be done, it is right to ponder; where only suffered, know the shortest pause is much too long.

The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.