Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

Rage is a short-lived fury.

When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.

It is only before those who are glad to hear it, and anxious to spread it, that we find it easy to speak ill of others.

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.