Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.
The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.
No woman dares express all she thinks.
In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.