Honesty is a question of right and wrong, not a matter of policy

A straight oar looks bent in the water. It matters not merely that we see a thing, but how we see it.

I love a friendship that flatters itself in the sharpness and vigor of its communications.

What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?

Who feareth to suffer suffereth already, because he feareth.

The thing in the world I am most afraid of is fear.

Custom is a violent and treacherous school mistress. She, by little and lithe, slyly and unperceived, slips in the foot of her authority; but having by this gentle and humble beginning, with the benefit of time, fixed and established it, she then unmasks a furious and tyrannic countenance, against which we have no more the courage or the power so much as to lift up our eyes.