The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Rest assured that there is nothing which wounds the heart of a noble man more deeply than the thought his honour is assailed.

I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn't show it to everybody.

What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?

One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.

Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.