It would be of great use to us to form our deliberate judgments of persons and things in the calmest and serenest hours of life, when the passions of nature are all silent, and the mind enjoys its most perfect composure.
The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.
The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.
But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.