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.

The refreshing pleasure from the first view of nature, after the pain of illness, and the confinement of a sick-chamber, is above the conceptions, as well as the descriptions, of those in health.

There are some few instances in which it is virtuous to disobey.

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

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!

What are riches - grandeur - health itself, to the luxury of a pure conscience, the health of the soul; - and what the sufferings of poverty, disappointment, despair - to the anguish of an afflicted one!