Malice is poisoned by her own venom.
The mingled incentives which lead to action are often too subtle and lie too deep for us to analyze.
Conscience is the sentinel of virtue.
All finery is a sign of littleness.
Evasions are the common shelter of the hard-hearted, the false, and impotent, when called upon to assist; the real great alone plan instantaneous help, even when their looks or words presage difficulties.
Dress is an index of your contents.