People Resemble Still More The Time In

Experience Is The Extract Of Suffering.

Love, Like The Opening Of The Heavens To The Saints, Shows For A Moment, Even To The Dullest Man, The Possibilities Of The Human Race. He Has Faith, Hope, And Charity For Another Being, Perhaps But A Creation Of His Imagination: Still It Is A Great Advance For A Man To Be Profoundly Loving Even In His Imaginations.

The World Will Tolerate Many Vices, But Not Their Diminutives.

You Cannot Ensure The Gratitude Of Others For A Favour Conferred Upon Them In The Way Which Is Most Agreeable To Yourself.

There Is Hardly A More Common Error Than That Of Taking The Man Who Has One Talent, For A Genius.