Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

The powers of the Soul are commensurate with its needs.

The saint and poet seek privacy to ends the most public and universal: and it is the secret of culture, to interest the man more in his public, than in his private quality.

Tis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.

If I should go out of church whenever I hear a false sentiment, I could never stay there five minutes.

All good conversation, manners, and action come from a spontaneity which forgets usages and makes the moment great.