It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others. – Joseph Addison
I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me. – Joseph Addison

