True delicacy, as true generosity, is more wounded by an offence from itself--if I may be allowed the expression--than to itself.

Many with trust, with doubt few, are undone.

True joy is only hope put out of fear.

There is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.

Unbecoming forwardness oftener proceeds from ignorance than impudence.

True delicacy, as true generosity, is more wounded by an offence from itself--if I may be allowed the expression--than to itself.

Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one.