The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.

There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.

The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.

Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

The law of common sense.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.