Nothing gives such a blow to friendship as the detecting another in an untruth. It strikes at the root of our confidence ever after.

Cant is the voluntary overcharging or prolongation of a real sentiment; hypocrisy is the setting up a pretension to a feeling you never had and have no wish for.

Habit in most cases hardens and encrusts by taking away the keener edge of our sensations: but does it not in others quicken and refine, by giving a mechanical facility and by engrafting an acquired sense?

Good temper is an estate for life.

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

As is our confidence, so is our capacity.

Religion either makes men wise and virtuous, or it makes them set up false pretenses to both.