Temptation does not make the sin, it lies ready in the heart.

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

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs.

the uncandid censurer always picks out the worst man of a class, and then confidently produces him as being a fair specimen of it.

The ubiquity of the Divine presence is the only true support, and I am sometimes astonished how persons, who evidently do not possess that grand source of consolation, keep up their spirits under trials and difficulties. It must be owing to careless tempers and nerves of brass.

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.