We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
Good habits, which bring our lower passions and appetites under automatic control, leave our natures free to explore the larger experiences of life.
God creates men, but they choose each other.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.