There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.
There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can’t isolate yourself and say that the evil that is in you shall not spread. Men’s lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe; evil spreads as necessarily as disease.
One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what we imagine might have been.
The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another.
Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means – one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.
As to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that any more than the old church steeple minds the rooks cawing about it.
Solomon’s Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as the sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendos.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.