A Prig Is A Fellow Who Is

Consequences Are Unpitying.

Knowledge Slowly Builds Up What Ignorance In An Hour Pulls Down.

To Act With Doubleness Towards A Man Whose Own Conduct Was Double, Was So Near An Approach To Virtue That It Deserved To Be Called By No Meaner Name Than Diplomacy.

What Mortal Is There Of Us, Who Would Find His Satisfaction Enhanced By An Opportunity Of Comparing The Picture He Presents To Himself Of His Doings, With The Picture They Make On The Mental Retina Of His Neighbours? We Are Poor Plants Buoyed Up By The Air-vessels Of Our Own Conceit.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.