There is something so beautiful in trust that even the most hardened liar need feel a certain respect for those who confide in him.

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.

The little bit of truth contained in many a lie is what makes them so terrible.

Blessed is trust, for it blesses both those who have it to give and those who receive it.

An aphorism is the last link in a long chain of thought.

Passion is always suffering, even when gratified.