Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.
The more you judge, the less you love.
Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.
To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.
Kindness is not without its rocks ahead. People are apt to put it down to an easy temper and seldom recognize it as the secret striving of a generous nature; whilst, on the other hand, the ill-natured get credit for all the evil they refrain from.
Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.