Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.
A lottery is a taxation on all of the fools in creation.
A rich man without charity is a rogue; and perhaps it would be no difficult matter to prove that he is also a fool.
A tender-hearted and compassionate disposition, which inclines men to pity and feel the misfortunes of others, and which is, even for its own sake, incapable of involving any man in ruin and misery, is of all tempers of mind the most amiable; and though it seldom receives much honor, is worthy of the highest.
Some virtuous women are too liberal in their insults to a frail sister; but virtue can support itself without borrowing any assistance from the vices of other women.
Riches without charity are nothing worth. They are a blessing only to him who makes them a blessing to others.
It is a trite but true Observation, that Examples work more forcibly on the Mind than Precepts: and if this be just in what is odious and blameable, it is more strongly so in what is amiable and praiseworthy.
Remember, whatever we put our attention on expands in our experience, so consider where you are focusing your time and energy.
Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.
We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies - it is the first law of nature.
When I was about 14 or 15, and running in a pretty muddy cross country race, one of my shoes stuck in the mud and came off. Boy, was I wild. To think that I had trained hard for this race and didn't do up my shoelace tightly enough! I really got aggressive with myself, and I found myself starting to pass a lot of runners. As it turned out, I improved something like twenty places in that one race. But I never did get my shoe back.