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

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

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.

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

There is no accounting for tastes.

If the weak hand, that has recorded this tale, has, by its scenes, beguiled the mourner of one hour of sorrow, or, by its moral, taught him to sustain it - the effort, however humble, has not been vain, nor is the writer unrewarded.

The world ridicules a passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love cannot exist in a heart that has lost the meek dignity of innocence.