The Ingenuity Of Self-deception Is Inexhaustible.

Youth Has A Quickness Of Apprehension, Which It Is Very Apt To Mistake For An Acuteness Of Penetration.

The Secret Heart Is Fair Devotion's Temple; There The Saint, Even On That Living Altar, Lights The Flame Of Purest Sacrifice, Which Burns Unseen, Not Unaccepted.

We Contrive To Make Revenge Itself Look Like Religion. We Call Down Thunder On Many A Head Under Pretence, That Those On Whom We Invoke It Are God's Enemies, When Perhaps We Invoke It Because They Are Ours.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs.

We Have Employments Assigned To Us For Every Circumstance In Life. When We Are Alone, We Have Our Thoughts To Watch; In The Family, Our Tempers; And In Company, Our Tongues.