He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through รฆther, 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.
Ann RadcliffeI 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!
Ann RadcliffeHow 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!
Ann Radcliffe