Malice often takes the garb of truth.

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.

We are thankful for good-will rather than for services, for the motive than the quantum of favor received.

One is always more vexed at losing a game of any sort by a single hole or ace, than if one has never had a chance of winning it.

The only vice that cannot be forgiven is hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy.

A woman's vanity is interested in making the object of her choice the god of her idolatry.

Envy is the deformed and distorted offspring of egotism; and when we reflect on the strange and disproportioned character of the parent, we cannot wonder at the perversity and waywardness of the child.