To a generous mind few circumstances are more afflicting than a discovery of perfidy in those whom we have trusted.

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

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.

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

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

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.

There is no accounting for tastes.