It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

Confidence is its own security.

there can be neither politically nor morally a good which is not universal ... we cannot reform for a time or for a class, but for all and for the whole, and our very interests will draw us together in one wide bond of sympathy.

... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.