The man who while he gives thinks of what he will get in return, deserves to be deceived.

It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.

However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.

You find in some a sort of graceless modesty, that makes them ashamed to requite an obligation.

What progress have I made? I am beginning to be my own friend. That is progress indeed

Our life's a moment and less than a moment, but even this mite nature has mockingly humored with some appearance of a longer span.

A thing seriously pursued affords true enjoyment.