Rage is a short-lived fury.
We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!
Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.
Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.
It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.
The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.