How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise man in poverty!

When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.

There is no accounting for tastes.

But no matter for that, you can be tolerably happy, perhaps, notwithstanding; but as for guessing how happy I am, or knowing anything about the matter,--- O! its quite beyond what you can understand.

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

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

Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in real love.