Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

We see how much a man has, and therefore we envy him; did we see how little he enjoys, we should rather pity him.

For we seldom admire the wit, when we dislike the man.

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

Be not ashamed to confess that you have been in the wrong. It is but owning that you now have more sense than you had before, to see your error; more humility to acknowledge it; more grace to correct it.

That wit is truly amiable, which gladdens and enlivens every thing, which shines with a lustre gentle, but not faint, and powerful, but not glaring.