Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.

In Our Road Through Life We May Happen To Meet With A Man Casting A Stone Reverentially To Enlarge The Cairn Of Another Which Stone He Has Carried In His Bosom To Sling Against That Very Other's Head.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Charity Is A Calm, Severe Duty; It Must Be Intellectual, To Be Advantageous. It Is A Strange Mistake That It Should Ever Be Considered A Merit; Its Fulfillment Is Only What We Owe To Each Other, And Is A Debt Never Paid To Its Full Extent.