Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.
Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as the tempter is in pressing it, and he needs not proceed by a surer measure.
It is the work of fancy to enlarge, but of judgment to shorten and contract; and therefore this must be as far above the other as judgment is a greater and nobler faculty than fancy or imagination.
The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.
Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.
If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.