The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.

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.

Our friends are generally ready to do everything for us, except the very thing we wish them to do.

The number of objects we see from living in a large city amuses the mind like a perpetual raree-show, without supplying it with any ideas.

We uniformly applaud what is right and condemn what is wrong, when it costs us nothing but the sentiment.

A great mind is one that can forget or look beyond itself.

The confession of our failings is a thankless office. It savors less of sincerity or modesty than of ostentation. It seems as if we thought our weaknesses as good as other people's virtues.