Pride Only Helps Us To Be Generous;

The Memory Has As Many Moods As The Temper, And Shifts Its Scenery Like A Diorama.

A Man Vows, And Yet Will Not East Away The Means Of Breaking His Vow. Is It That He Distinctly Means To Break It? Not At All; But The Desires Which Tend To Break It Are At Work In Him Dimly, And Make Their Way Into His Imagination, And Relax His Muscles In The Very Moments When He Is Telling Himself Over Again The Reasons For His Vow.

Would Not Love See Returning Penitence Afar Off, And Fall On Its Neck And Kiss It?

Duty Has A Trick Of Behaving Unexpectedly -- Something Like A Heavy Friend Whom We Have Amiably Asked To Visit Us, And Who Breaks His Leg Within Our Gates.

Nothing At Times Is More Expressive Than Silence.