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

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

At first a small line of inconceivable splendour emerged on the horizon, which, quickly expanding, the sun appeared in all of his glory, unveiling the whole face of nature, vivifying every colour of the landscape, and sprinkling the dewy earth with glittering light.

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.

It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one!

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

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