Happiness arises in a state of peace, not of tumult.

Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an ornament, unless it lead us to good actions.

One act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the abstract sentiment in the world.

He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.

Never will I give my hand where my heart does not accompany it.

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

I never trust people's assertions, I always judge of them by their actions.