Who gives a trifle meanly is meaner than the trifle.

Malice is poisoned by her own venom.

He surely is most in need of another's patience, who has none of his own.

Not every one who has the gift of speech understands the value of silence.

He submits himself to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.

Three days of uninterrupted company in a vehicle will make you better acquainted with another, than one hour's conversation with him every day for three years.

A sneer is often the sign of heartless malignity.