Honesty and wisdom are such a delightful pastime, at another person's expense!

It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.

It [the scarlet letter] had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity, and enclosing her in a sphere by herself.

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.

Sunlight is painting.

Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.