All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.
The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.
It loves more readily than it hates.
We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves.
There is so much wretchedness in the world, that we may safely take the word of any mortal professing to need our assistance; and, even should we be deceived, still the good to ourselves resulting from a kind act is worth more than the trifle by which we purchase it.