If I Wished To Punish My Enemy,

We Live In An Age Which Must Be Amused, Though Genius, Feeling, Trust, And Principle Be The Sacrifice.

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

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

There Is One Single Fact That One May Oppose To All The Wit And Argument Of Infidelity; Namely, That No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death-bed.

The Artful Injury, Whose Venomed Dart Scarce Wounds The Hearing, While It Stabs The Heart.