Before an affliction is digested, consolation ever comes too soon; and after it is digested, it comes too late.

Our passion and principals are constantly in a frenzy, but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.

Only the brave know how to forgive... a coward never forgave; it is not in his nature.

A coward never forgives.

I'll not hurt thee, says Uncle Toby, rising with the fly in his hand. Go, he says, opening the window to let it escape. Why should I hurt thee? This world is surely wide enough to hold both thee and me.

When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head- strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion.

Vanity bids all her sons be brave, and all her daughters chaste and courteous.