In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
Anger is the common refuge of insignificance. People who feel their character to be slight, hope to give it weight by inflation: but the blown bladder at its fullest distention is still empty.
Perish discretion, when it interferes With duty!
Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.
The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible.
the modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.