Habit is altogether too arbitrary a master for me to submit to.

Avoid connecting yourself with characters whose good and bad sides are unmixed and have not fermented together; they resemble vials of vinegar and oil; or palletts set with colors; they are either excellent at home and insufferable abroad, or intolerable within doors and excellent in public; they are unfit for friendship, merely because their stamina, their ingredients of character are too single, too much apart; let them be finely ground up with each other, and they are incomparable.

Words are the wings of actions.

He knows not how to speak who cannot be silent; still less how to act with vigour and decision. - Who hastens to the end is silent: loudness is impotence.

She neglects her heart who too closely studies her glass.

He is incapable of a truly good action who finds not a pleasure in contemplating the good actions of others.

The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.