There is no accounting for tastes.

What has a man's face to do with his character? Can a man of good character help having a disagreeable face?

I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge - but it was transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.

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

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

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

But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.