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!

But no matter for that, you can be tolerably happy, perhaps, notwithstanding; but as for guessing how happy I am, or knowing anything about the matter,--- O! its quite beyond what you can understand.

I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet 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, and thus it is, that i always feel revived, as by a new convinction, when your words tell me I am dear to you; and wanting these, I relapse into doubt and often into despondency.

Ignorance of true pleasure more frequently than temptation to that which is false, leads to vice.

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.

There is no accounting for tastes.

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