Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.
The proportion of genius to the vulgar is like one to a million.
Malice is poisoned by her own venom.
He who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers and ceases when he has no more to say is in possession of some of the best requisites of man
She whom smiles and tears make equally lovely may command all hearts.
He who can conceal his joys, is greater than he who can hide his griefs