In The Human Heart One Generation Of

The Reason We Do Not Let Our Friends See The Very Bottom Of Our Hearts Is Not So Much Distrust Of Them As Distrust Of Ourselves.

People Always Complain About Their Memories, Never About Their Minds.

Our Minds Are As Much Given To Laziness As Our Bodies.

There Are Bad People Who Would Be Less Dangerous If They Were Quite Devoid Of Goodness.

It Is With Certain Good Qualities As With The Senses; Those Who Have Them Not Can Neither Appreciate Nor Comprehend Them In Others.