Long habit so reconciles us to almost any thing, that the grossest improprieties cease to strike us when they once make a part of the common course of action.

the modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.

The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible.

Commending a right thing is a cheap substitute for doing it, with which we are too apt to satisfy ourselves.

We do not so much want books for good people, as books which will make bad ones better.

A small unkindness is a great offence.

oblivion has been noticed as the offspring of silence.