An orator of past times declared that his calling was to make small things appear to be grand.

Whether the events in our life are good or bad, greatly depends on the way we perceive them.

It needs courage to be afraid.

The bees pillage the flowers here and there but they make honey of them which is all their own; it is no longer thyme or marjolaine: so the pieces borrowed from others he will transform and mix up into a work all his own.

How often our involuntary facial motions testify to the thoughts we were keeping secret, and betray us to those around!

Few men have been admired of their familiars.

Some, either from being glued to vice by a natural attachment, or from long habit, no longer recognize its ugliness.