The seat of knowledge is in the head; of wisdom, in the heart. We are sure to judge wrong, if we do not feel right.
The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.
There cannot be a surer proof of low origin, or of an innate meanness of disposition, than to be always talking and thinking of being genteel.
If a person has no delicacy, he has you in his power.
Power is pleasure; and pleasure sweetens pain.
As we advance in life, we acquire a keener sense of the value of time. Nothing else, indeed, seems of any consequence; and we become misers in this respect.