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.
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.
If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.