Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

Our Virtues Are Dearer To Us The More We Have Had To Suffer For Them. It Is The Same With Our Children. All Profound Affection Entertains A Sacrifice. Our Thoughts Are Often Worse Than We Are, Just As They Are Often Better.

It Always Remains True That If We Had Been Greater, Circumstance Would Have Been Less Strong Against Us.

I Easily Sink Into Mere Absorption Of What Other Minds Have Done, And Should Like A Whole Life For That Alone.

I Think There Are Stores Laid Up In Our Human Nature That Our Understandings Can Make No Complete Inventory Of.