Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
Religion can only change when the emotions which fill it are changed; and the religion of personal fear remains nearly at the level of the savage.
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.
Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts – not to hurt others.
Power of generalizing which gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.
Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
People are almost always better than their neighbours think they are.
Pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.
Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not the same conceit, but varies in correspondence with the minutiae of mental make in which one of us differs from another.
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.
