For there is nothing in the worship of self to teach a man to be noble.

Honour even will one day fail him who has learned no higher principle.

And although revenge be "a kind of wild justice," it loses the justice, and retains only the wildness, when it corrupts into hatred.

Every feeling that Beauchamp had was swallowed up in the gulf eaten away by that worst of all canker-worms.
Notwithstanding the humiliation he had experienced, he retained as yet an unlimited confidence in some gifts which he supposed himself to possess by nature, and to be capable of using with unequalled art.

And true hate, as well as true love, knows how to wait..