Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express. – George A. Smith
Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. – Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir
You may not be able to leave your children a great inheritance, but day by day, you may be weaving coats for them which they will wear for all eternity. – Theodore L. Cuyler
