The truly proud man knows neither superiors or inferiors. The first he does not admit of - the last he does not concern himself about.

One shining quality lends a lustre to another, or hides some glaring defect.

Belief is with them mechanical, voluntary: they believe what they are paid for - they swear to that which turns to account. Do you suppose, that after years spent in this manner, they have any feeling left answering to the difference between truth and falsehood?

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

Those who are fond of setting things to rights, have no great objection to seeing them wrong.

I have known persons without a friend--never any one without some virtue. The virtues of the former conspired with their vices to make the whole world their enemies.

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.