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

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

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

Who are those ever multiplying authors that with unparalleled fecundity are overstocking the world with their quick succeeding progeny? They are novel-writers.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

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

it is the modern nature of goodness to exert itself quietly, while a few characters of the opposite cast seem, by the rumor of their exploits, to fill the world; and by their noise to multiply their numbers.