We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

We want the facts to fit the preconceptions. When they don't it is easier to ignore the facts than to change the preconceptions.

It is very east to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

This is my thesis: Do you know what is needful to turn an honest man into a rogue! A change of scene--a moment's forgetfulness suffice.

Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.