There is no accounting for tastes.
Employment is the surest antidote to sorrow.
To a generous mind few circumstances are more afflicting than a discovery of perfidy in those whom we have trusted.
Vanity often produces unreasonable alarm.
But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.
If the weak hand, that has recorded this tale, has, by its scenes, beguiled the mourner of one hour of sorrow, or, by its moral, taught him to sustain it - the effort, however humble, has not been vain, nor is the writer unrewarded.