Poverty cannot deprive us of many consolations. It cannot rob us of the affection we have for each other, or degrade us in our own opinion, of in that of any person, whose opinion we ought to value.

To discover depravity in those whom we have loved, is one of the most exquisite tortures to a virtuous mind, and the conviction is often rejected before it is finally admitted.

I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge - but it was transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.

I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!

How despicable is that humanity, which can be contented to pity, where it might assuage!

There is some comfort in dying surrounded by one's children.

I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest, and thus it is, that i always feel revived, as by a new convinction, when your words tell me I am dear to you; and wanting these, I relapse into doubt and often into despondency.