There is a pride, a self-love, in human minds that will seldom be kept so low as to make men and women humbler than they ought to be.

Angry men make themselves beds of nettles.

A feeling heart is a blessing that no one, who has it, would be without; and it is a moral security of innocence; since the heart that is able to partake of the distress of another, cannot wilfully give it.

Spiritual pride is the most dangerous and the most arrogant of all sorts of pride.

What a world is this! What is there in it desirable? The good we hope for so strangely mixed, that one knows not what to wish for!And one half of mankind tormenting the other, and being tormented themselves in tormenting!

It is but shaping the bribe to the taste, and every one has his price.

Friendship is the perfection of love, and superior to love; it is love purified, exalted, proved by experience and a consent of minds. Love, Madam, may, and love does, often stop short of friendship.